Step step, drip drip
He's there, watching me again
His endless black holes where eyes should be
Drip drip, the water falling from his body
He is always drenched
Never ending, he haunts me
That evil grin
What did I ever do to that little boy
My vases are shattered
He's been at it again
Puddles of water
All over the floor
Bloody footprints where he used to be
A sore on my neck coloured red
He visited me at night
What did I ever do to that little boy
My curtains torn
Couches and chairs ripped apart
Sounds of pitiful laughter
Water along the ground dyed red
Again my neck aches
Hiding in the shadows
Never ending, he haunts me
Guilt rises in my chest
What did I ever do to that little boy
Heart shattered
Hope torn
He has taken the last
"There is nothing left!" I scream
He never answers
A laugh in place of a response
Blood pours from the holes in his eyes
That's my blood
What did I ever do to that little boy
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