People think they are safe from harm

There's a chill in the air, that you cannot feel,
There's a creature in the night, that is never still.
There's blood on the walls, from an innocent being.
There's a young girl in bed, her heart ever ceasing.

Did you see the girl shiver? She is still alive,
She is crying, so softly, till her last breath arrives.
There is a maniac there, smiling so cunning,
A knife in the hand, brought down hard twirling.

The rush to their head, the life in them stirring,
They touch their hand, with what they cut her so willing.
A chuckle so deep, the devil's own muster,
The hunger, oh hunger, for more little murder,
Blood drips down their hands, their eyes open wide
A shriek in the air, as the young girl last sighed.

People think they are safe from harm,
but oh, see them die,
they were very wrong.