Blood is red,
And cold as night,
Take one good look,
And run out of sight.

I hope you're not,
To scared to see,
That in the dark,
We start to roam free.

A small voice,
Trying to shout,
But without a their cords,
And without a mouth.

The shadows crawl,
And silence settles in,
Can you hear them whisper,
"I'm Coming In"?