The Night Before The Reaping
The night before the reaping,
Is the most lonely in your life,
More tears will be shed than ever,
In only that one night.
Mother tries to comfort you,
She tries her best not to cry,
She tells you that you won't be picked,
You know that it's a lie.
Outfits are prepared,
Bodies washed and bathed,
You spend each waking hour,
Thinking of ways you could escape.
It comes to no avail,
Morning light soon arrives,
In this game of murder,
Only one survives.
(a.s.a.m)
