LITTLE VOICE

A little voice inside my head Whispered to me “Make sure they’re dead” And as I stepped outside the door Footprints in blood were on the floor What happened here, what could it be? What beast could cause this tragedy? Bodies lying on the floor Thinking, breathing nevermore Am I awake or do I dream? I’m all alone, or so it seems I wander farther down the hall And see the writing on the wall Scrawled in blood “die pigs” it said Atop the lamp a severed head Blood and flesh under my nails My head is light, my voice it wails Look deep inside yourself and see The beast resides inside of me