He watches the nightmares through glasses blood red
Like a ghost still walking with eyes not yet dead

Fingerprints lie on the knife that he used
It lays in the ground with shadows not mused

Only he knows the things that he did
His victims sealed under an unbreakable lid

He'll he shall rule when guilty walks free
Victims still rising and then there was three

They're souls still drifting seeking revenge
The bonds created now broken, an inevitable end

Families still searching for answers and clues
No one knows what that monster can do

With teeth so sharp and eyes as daggers
Smiling at the knife was much a bragger

Running his fingers through what's used to be
The way her cold eyes stared at me

No one knew what could've been
The light how it faded you should've seen

No amount of prayer could change what he did
Or was it god that was sorry for letting him live

The night mares he watched through glasses blood red
But he was the one that truly was dead