Psycho

Beautiful Girl, Changing by her bedroom door. Hair as blonde as gold, And skin like porcelain and snow. Turned around just in time, To see a man with angry eyes. Outside her window. But he doesn’t talk, He only stares. No harm will come, is what she thought. I’ll go to bed, By morning he’ll be gone. But when she woke, He sat on her bed. Her breathing hitched, Scared out of her mind, She doesn’t wish for death. But instead of death, He gives her kiss, But she sends him away, Says, “Please don’t come again.” But later that night, While the moon shines bright, He comes back, The only other soul in sight. Out of the corner of her eye, She see’s him there. Turning around, She grabs her 45 But when she looks back, He disappeared, He’s out of her sight. Psycho, Psycho, Where did you go? I could’ve sworn you stood there Right by my window. You didn’t knock, didn’t speak, Just stood outside, watching me. In the back of the house, There was a sound, Dropping the gun, There's was nowhere to run. Is he still here? Or did he just go? Psycho, Psycho, Why did you come? You stood by my door, and just watched the rain pour. Without a second thought, She turned to run, But it’s too late, He grabbed her arm. Screaming in pain, She asks 'What have you done?' But he puts a knife to her throat, And her cries are silent. Psycho, Psycho, Where’d you get that knife, I beg and plead, Please don’t end my life. But it’s too late, He slit her throat. Beautiful girl, Blood as red as a rose. She lays on her bedroom floor, Without a pulse. But now there’s no one in the home, Where’d the psycho go? There was never a psycho in her home.