No One Left To Tell.....

They say that the night was warm.
But how could I have known?
I was stuck in a cellar.
All alone.
Just me and a dead killer.
His brains bashed out.
I tried to call.
I tried to shout.
But who wants to help.
Someone they can't see.
Wishing I was anywhere but here.
Anyone but me.
Her former living killer.
With his brains bashed out.
When he fell dead.
He.
Didn't cry, Didn't beg, Didn't Shout.
Just fell dead.
He deserved it.
Killing her like that.
Why her.
Why not.
Doesn't matter now.
Shining brick.
Covered in the killers blood.
Plunged down.
Without a sound.
Ending another life.
No one left.
To tell the horrors that happened here.
No one left.
That.
Cares.