Dark Poem by Ima Ryma

I got back from studying late.
The lights were off in my dorm room.
I could hear sighs from my roommate.
Her boyfriend's charms, one could presume.
I quickly got into my bed,
And very soon was fast asleep.
It was morning, I raised my head.
I felt my flesh begin to creep.
From her gashed body, blood did stream.
She looked like a cut up rag doll.
All I could do was scream and scream.
Some words were written on the wall,

In blood, 'Bet you're real glad all right, '
'That you did not turn on the light.'