Silent, silent , falling ash
How I wonder where’s your stash
Bodies stacked upon the walls
Fill them up through empty halls
Knife held to the crying moon
Hoping you to comfort soon.
There are lines upon thy hands
Making show uncertain plans
Tainted red the roads do show
Frightened eyes of sea blue glow
Wading in red liquid thick
Hoping memories won’t stick.
Swimming softly in the sea
Tortured life she had to flee
Black and blue lay on her face
Disguised by lies the darkest place
A front row to journey’s seat
Leave a life that’s bittersweet.
