I stare down at my hands

Like a beating drum in the bands

I feel my heart beat heavy

A pounding in my chest

I had to put him to rest

My heart cries but I know it was right

The pain wrapped my mind so tight

I cannot think straight

All this was a mistake

I cannot live knowing what happened here

Slowly the ringing in my ears

Builds

Builds

Builds

Builds

I look at my puppy

The innocence now bloody

My hands tainted with his life

We couldn’t save him but I still held the knife

He should’ve stayed alive

Now it begins…the mystery at house 45