Imminent

As I walked in that door
All I could see
Was a miniature version of the great Red Sea.
I stood there frozen in shock, my blood stopped with dread
Looking down the back of a figure with a knife in it's head
It was dark out, I wasn't sure what was occuring
But the house was quiet, absolutely nothing was stirring
My pupils dilated looking at the dilapidated
Dying figure on the ground that looked slightly incarcerated
The way they were convulsing, it was unbelievably erratic
And how their eyes were in their skull, it was incredibly spastic
Normally I'd think that they were just being overdramatic
But the blood was pouring out like a hose set on automatic
It was coming out of every orifice that it could
And if it could've been any more torturous it would
All of this was happening, the body getting stared down
By this figure without the slightest inkling of a frown
The body shaking and rattling like a door off its hinges
While the shape leaned back and laughed, like one on drug binges
Fumbling with the light, but someone cut the cable
This couldn't be real, it was something from a fable
No, not from a fable, but the worst nightmares
It's like death, pain, and insanity had a sick love affair
The things that Edgar Allen Poe couldn't imagine
The type of stories that had to be given out in rations
Because looking farther into the room,
There was even more
How many more had met their doom?
About three or four.
The entire walkway was submerged with what ran through their veins
This was certainly not something that could ever be feigned
Their faces were contorted, a bunch of glass was shattered
There was ripped up carpet, all of their clothes were tattered
And none of them were killed, that was the sickest part
They had to watch themselves leak the life straight out of their heart
Moaning, crying, and death was all anybody could see
And the absolute worst part of the video was that the figure was me.