There’s a man in my yard

There’s a man in my yard, covered in blood.

Is it my imagination that shows me the man covered in blood?

My family is gone, the house flooded with blood. My family never believed I saw things they couldn’t. I always heard voices and saw things I shouldn’t.

But now they are gone, and there’s a man in my yard covered in my families blood.

They should’ve listened to me when I said it was real. Losing my family was something I feared.

What’s next? Well I guess I should go inside and wash the blood off my clothes, take care of the bodies so they’re no longer exposed.

I am the man in my yard covered in red and those voices no longer play death in my head.