With a blast of shivering cold I realize that my window is cracked, splitting Power multiplied by force Allowing the glass to split from the panes
Hands having no time to react Opening the pink outer layer of the flesh
Deeply driving on to the top of the bone The bleached inside fills with red fluid And spill so beautifully from the slits
Red fingerprints are etched onto the broken shards Strongly sticking its way through my blood Stabbing its way out my eye Carving my flesh as the path continues
Crimson fills my eyes as I fall to my knees Spiraling in red I scream More from Last House On The Left