Last House On The Left In My Skin
With a blast of shivering cold
I realize that my window is cracked, splitting
Power multiplied by force
Added to root strength
I shut the window
Allowing the glass to split from the panes
Hands having no time to react
They slide down the edge
Opening the pink outer layer of the flesh
Deeply driving on to the top of the bone
The bleached inside fills with red fluid
And spill so beautifully from the slits
Red fingerprints are etched onto the broken shards
My veins begin to sting
Strongly sticking its way through my blood
Stabbing its way out my eye
Sliding down my face
Carving my flesh as the path continues
Crimson fills my eyes as I fall to my knees
Spiraling in red I scream
