(Okay, mildly creepy i know, but i still kinda love this one)
In the rythmic sound of metal meeting wood
did you listen to close?
Did you hear it;
the sound of a life coming to a close?
With the high-pitched squeal of pigs;
did you detect an accompining scream?
Or perhaps it was the slight tenge of red
in the crystal of the stream?
Are those the things that brought you here,
as though you held not an ounce of fear?
You shouldn't have come,
you stupid, stupid girl.
You should have run
the moment your plan unferled.
You could have gone easy;
asleep in your bed.
But sadly
you decided to come here instead.
If they walk close tonight,
do you think they will hear,
your echoing crys,
or the sound of your tears?
