Fingerprints

In the dusty corners of my attic space
Lies a relic of a chilling, shadowed grace
Leather-bound and weathered, with a lock so tight
Holds the whispers of a mind lost in the night

Oh, ancient notebook, what secrets do you keep?
In your pages, the dark thoughts that creep
A psychopath's musings, a twisted trail
In every line, a sinister tale

Fingerprints smudged on the yellowed sheets
The ramblings of chaos, and skipped heartbeats
A map of a mind where the light never goes
A garden of text where the madness grows

Oh, ancient notebook, what secrets do you keep?
In your pages, the dark thoughts that creep
A psychopath's musings, a twisted trail
In every line, a sinister tale

Scratched in ink, the echoes of a soul
Trapped in torment, an abyssal hole
What led you down this path so bleak?
Is it vengeance or redemption you seek?

Oh, ancient notebook, what secrets do you keep?
In your pages, the dark thoughts that creep
A psychopath's musings, a twisted trail
In every line, a sinister tale
Oh, ancient notebook, what secrets do you keep?
In your pages, the dark thoughts that creep
A psychopath's musings, a twisted trail
In every line, a sinister tale

Now I close the book and lock away the dread
The silent screams and the things unsaid
But in the quiet, I can still hear the call
Of the ancient notebook that knows it all