Closed Doors


Should you find the house silent

Should I miss lunch

I know that you'll go to my bedroom

And I just won't give you a hunch


You stumble upon my usual messy room

And the knife you've always feared

You got used to my antiques

But now you noticed something weird


I never fail to close the bathroom door

And as sick as it seems

The blood you feared trailed on the cold tiled floor

And you start to wish this would just be a bad dream


My dark blue lips greet your sight

You fall on your knees as a tear slips

Your stomach churned and your knuckles turned white

You could only look at me and silently weep

a/n: Just something I wrote out of boredom during class.. nothing serious..