Broken doors, shattered windows
Bullet holes riddle the front of your home
Cars speed past, music pounds
No one can hear you scream as they go by
Darting eyes, kitchen knives
You stumble on the carpet floor
Lights out, wires cut
Heavy breathing down your neck
Crumpled photographs, torn bed sheets
You wonder how it got to this
Locked basement, muffled cries
There will be no rescue for you
A shriek, a shot
Your body crumples to the floor
Blood pours, black spots
You thrust the knife in the assaliant’s neck when they check your pulse
Heavy thump, lights vanish
Your life isn’t the only to go out tonight
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