Blood dripping from the knife,
The smell of fresh blood in the air.
A boy is grasping onto life,
There's fear of dying everywhere.
I can't stand it any more --
It's been happening every night.
I know the killer's behind the door;
I can't move. I'm filled with fright.
I could be next; I shouldn't think;
I could be killed within a wink.
Cutting meat on Sunday noon,
We'll eat our dinner pretty soon.
I think of horror from last night,
And how I was all filled with fright.
The horror fills me just to think
I could have been killed within a wink.
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