I walked up a narrow stairwell
Hearing the soundly innocence
Within my despair

Blood stained the wainscoting
The sanguineous dispaly
Only leaving my temples hurting
I was about to scream, "******!"
But, I wanted to see before I weep
In case, I get a seizure

In my room
Everything, still like water
However, sepulchral and suspenseful
The macabre got to me
When I saw mother hanging from the ceiling

Gaining consciousness
I found a knife in my fingers
Saw a man fleeing

Now, I realize
I'd rather be dead
Than be living on borrowed breathing