When I was There

The Crimson flooded the halls
It flowed 
Like a carpet
For Him
It dripped down the stairs
Like a artists brush
Left at a canvas
Forgotten
She is running
Man is running
Laughing
The blood dripping
Tolling her time
Tink
Tink 
The black is swirling around
Walls are surrounding her
He still coming
Laughing
she's still trapped
There's nowhere to go
 He's there 
Staring at her
He takes her
and 
Takes her
Her screams 
Rip through
The air
Through the boy’s mind
Hidden in the darkness
Its swirling 
Seeping, filling
Him
Her gasp, her last Breath
Her blank eyes
Staring
Piercing his soul
Like knives
Heart solidifying to stone
This is the story of a small boy Named TM.