Massacre

A darkness, it creeps,
Upon the unseen,
Taking the ones it wants with it.

Yet you hear all but a whisper.
And the widow, she weeps.
Lost are those who are with her.

What do you do when caught in a juvenile genocide?
What do you do when you are caught in a moral crossfire?

Why do the people that he feeds off die inside?
Ask someone who knows the reason why.

If you are lost and unforgiving, and your situations are so dire.

Tell me, did you enjoy the massacre?