I had enough of the things I've saw,
I had enough of the codes we used to call,
The night has brimmed and triggers my trauma,
It felt like I shutted myself and ignored the panorama.
Those who said it's senseless to ask me,
Those who's unbothered was intriguing me,
I haven't dealt with what I saw,
But believe me when I said it has all the flaws.
Murderous crimes, numerous I saw.
They should have killed me that torture me like what they've do.
Yes I'm speechless, and also the witness,
for the brutally crimes the killer sets.
Every night at one he'll kidnap me,
Every night at one I'll saw how kills,
He said he wanted to make me scream,
But because of what he always did, I lost my speech.
Victims are fettish to see,
All I can do is to vomit,
Those sights are so bothering on my head,
No wonder it wakes me up in bed.
It's still a secret what the killers motive is,
and I cannot ask him for I have no speech,
They said they saw no one in the scene but me,
So maybe I was mistaken for the killers identity.
The police explained that its me and the victims,
bloods rushing down and pulse are all gone,
I was holding a knife and a tongue,
now I wonder, what have I done?
