Lock Your Doors

The blood runs down her chest
The man puts the knife away
She tries to scream but no sound comes

Light fades as her soul dives deeper
The dark oblivion of death claims her spirit
He watches her last breath escape

He thinks to himself
'The last moments are always the best
When the realization of the end slices through them
Just like the knife through their throats'

Beware of the night
Beware of the darkness
For it houses an evil stronger
Than all the demons in hell

His methods are elusive
He strikes with no warning
And his knife is always sharp

Lock your doors.