There’s a hum in the pipes, hear it crawl through the night,
Like the dark learned to breathe, like it’s growing a bite.
Not a demon with horns, not a tale from a page—
Just a man with a smile and a carefully built cage.
Ted Bundy with a grin like he’s heaven-sent light,
Soft voice, clean hands… but he hunted at night.
Pulled trust like a thread, made it easy to fall,
Proof a monster don’t have to look monstrous at all.
You don’t hear the scream, it don’t start with a fight,
It’s a door cracked open… it’s a “you’ll be alright”
It’s a whisper in your bones, it’s a knock with no door,
It’s the feeling you’ve been here, but you don’t anymore.
It’s a name in the dark that you wish you ain’t known,
It’s the truth—evil lives in a skin just like your own.
No horns, no flames, no mark or a sign,
Just a fracture that spreads in the back of the mind.
And it walks, and it talks, and it laughs just like friends…
Till the mask finally slips… and the nightmare begins.
John Wayne Gacy painted smiles over rot and decay,
Turned laughter to echoes that still won’t go away.
Under floorboards and jokes, under costumes and cheers,
Buried truth don’t stay buried for years.
Jeffrey Dahmer chasing something he couldn’t revive,
Tried to hold onto souls that were barely alive.
Lonely twisted to hunger, to control, to despair,
Now the silence he made still hangs in the air.
You think you’d run fast, you think you’d see clear,
But evil gets quiet… then suddenly near…
It’s a whisper in your bones, it’s a knock with no door,
It’s the feeling you’ve been here, but you don’t anymore.
It’s a name in the dark that you wish you ain’t known,
It’s the truth—evil lives in a skin just like your own.
No horns, no flames, no mark or a sign,
Just a fracture that spreads in the back of the mind.
And it walks, and it talks, and it laughs just like friends…
Till the mask finally slips… and the nightmare begins.
Ed Gein stitched nightmares from grief gone insane,
Turned death into trophies, made horror from pain.
Not a legend, not fiction, not something to praise—
Just a mind that got lost in its own twisted maze.
Aileen Wuornos burned like a fuse soaked in rage,
Every scar wrote a line, every hurt turned a page.
Doesn’t justify blood, doesn’t soften the end,
Just reminds you the breaking can start way back then.
Say their names, not to crown them, not to give them a throne—
But to carve in the truth: you are not safe from your own.
It’s a whisper in your bones… don’t you dare look behind,
It’s the echo of something that once had a mind.
It’s the chill in your chest when the air turns to stone,
It’s the truth—evil lives in a skin just like your own.
Lock your doors, trust your gut, don’t ignore what you feel,
‘Cause the scariest monsters… they look way too real.
And they’re not in the the shadows… not lost in the night…
They were here. They were human.
They walked in plain sight.
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