Something frantic slowly follows
instead of eyes, gaping hollows
raped of life, devoid of soul
cold wretched hands tighten their hold.
Black is their colour, darker than night
closing your eyes can’t banish this sight.
A mouth with no voice to scream still, no one listens
the colour red, beneath silence, begins to glisten.
Crimson petals of lilies are seeping
as death whispers quietly, ever creeping, silently reaping.
instead of eyes, gaping hollows
raped of life, devoid of soul
cold wretched hands tighten their hold.
Black is their colour, darker than night
closing your eyes can’t banish this sight.
A mouth with no voice to scream still, no one listens
the colour red, beneath silence, begins to glisten.
Crimson petals of lilies are seeping
as death whispers quietly, ever creeping, silently reaping.