Have you ever wondered how people die?
Sure they say it was a natural death
An accident or a ******
But have you heard of the little girl
Who finds you through a murmur?
When walking through the longest of halls
Do you turn your head from dark doors
For inside what lurks is too vicious to comprehend
Two eyes staring back at yours
Eyes blood shot and stitched up mouth
Pale skin and veiny limbs
Whose head turns ever so slightly
Whose countenance is a wry grin
Her eyes never blink but stand still
Shocked
Locked with yours and filled with fright
With a tattered red dress she bears her arms
Through the darkness of the night
And if you stop and stare awhile
Locked with hers and feet unmoving
She'll run and ****** you up from life
As she breaks open her mouth
And consumes you.