Shadows

Shadows are sleeping in the walls.
Listen closely and you'll hear them call.
Terrible voices of torment and pain.
Maybe you are the one who's going insane?
Can you hear the wispers? Can you hear the screams?
Bloodlust and murder are haunting your dreams.
Chopping and hacking the vermin away,
Eating and burning the debris away.
Cutting and slicing pretty patterns in the rain.
You watch as their blood runs down the drain.
Hundreds of bodies lie under your floor.
Becareful of what lies behind the bedroom door.
The grandest prize of them all, your daughters head on a string.
You dug up the body, its been there since spring.