A blood bath in her closet

A timid girl is she

Holding a stuffed black cat

And hoping for a miracle

As far as the eyes can see

Should I go further

Or should I not

She's so scared

Her guardian angel has bled

But, is he dead?

He fought heroically

He bled all over her closet

He scared her to death

She is scared 

And barefoot

(Let me in)

(Let me in is a voice she hears) Wether it be her angel or the demon he fought!