Poetically Not Poetic

Buried Alive

She stood standing in the shadows,

watching things play before her eyes.

Body after body fell on the ground,

like a toy being tossed around.

There she sat,

still as a statue.

Afraid to die as she watched,

the poor souls that had to.

Blood was everywhere,

spilt on the ground like ketchup.

Tears ran down her face,

as the hope in her soon gave up.

Her mouth started moving and she screamt and cried,

as she watched two people being buried alive.

The smile they gave her as they accepted their fate,

made her gaze around at people in hate.

She burst out in fury, angry tears in her eyes,

went for the enemy who killed her joy.

Soon he was dead like a swatted fly,

his ego dead being killed by a child.

She killed and hurt,

her injuries paining like tiny scratches.

And her kills,

they seeked her many watches.

Like a bull seing red,

she killed enemies like being fed.

Filled with a child's pain,

took revenge as her prey watched in vain.

As a sword went through her tummy,

tears ran down her face in agony.

But she killed her murderer like he was a dummy,

smiling satisfied she took in her last breath.

And let herself be buried alive with a bright smile.