The girl walks down the halls
The walls start to move
She starts to run with fear in her veins
Faster and faster she runs for her life
The walls move in on her faster and faster
She stops, closing her eyes
Opening them with pain
Seeing the bloodstains on her palms
Looking through the room
Not a soul in site
But the painting on the wall
A girl with little expression
On the ground she lies
Rising up from the moonlight floor
Red eyes such as the devil
Blood dripping from her hands
A struggle to fight through
The girl in the painting disappears
The girl is lost, soon walks down the halls
Without a care in the world
Her red eyes glow with the light
Of the fire in the hell of the devil
Come to me, says the devil
Damn you she said, that’s all she said
Her last words were never heard
She was never seen to a soul in the house
That unsuspected girl in the painting
Haunting the house, with blood stained hands
