bloody birthday

One day for your soul to emerge,
Or just a day without meaning.
Escaping from that cube is a rush,
Because your family is already condemning you.

They began to sing you a happy birthday
But at the time, they were interrupted
By a man with the head of a panther,
That reflected evil in his aura.

The bullets killed everyone
Although it hurt you, and that hybrid left without causing more chaos,
Being the only thing to enter and leave the cube with his actions.

Several homicides within four walls,
It only leaves you as signals:
That the past never disappears, leaving no massacres.