He stares out of his window
Waiting for her to come home
All the time is fading now
He has to face this time alone
She walks from the distance
He sees her figure and he hears her steps
And alone she is walking
And her eyes, wide, as though she is stalking
The door is open, she goes inside
The terror embraces him
You can see it in his eyes
She looks up toward the hallway black
little feet tread up the stairs
and through his heart, the pounding in the chest
White is now the color of his hair
floating through the door
to the room he has locked himself in
her footsteps are bloody upon the floor
as she looks at him with a menacing grin
backing up to the window, his feet shuffle
taking him close, his scream is muffled
she walks toward him like a banshee from hell
his eyes pierce the clock, it is now a quarter to twelve
He falls from the window, she stares down below
the iron fence runs him in, the blood starts to flow
She is laughing now, with her eyes aglow
what she is thinking inside her mind
no one will ever know.........
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