Walking down a roofless hall.
The sun in the sky, to the moon doth fall.
Opening up a once locked door.
To find a river of blood, coating the floor.
Standing in horror, shocked surprise.
Under the gaze of dead loved ones eyes.
Thick dim light at midnight noon.
Reddened tint from a blood stained moon.
Stepping forward, to late to turn round.
Looking back, no door to be found.
Feet are red from fresh spilled blood.
Emotions overflowing, threatening to flood.
Forced to walk forward as floor behind crumbles.
On bloody stones, slips and stumbles.
A friend is strung up with wire from a pole.
Then a fireplace with stockings, filled up with coal.
A murky pond with a sibling drowned.
The ashes of something once called your town.
Fine China and pictures all smashed in the dart.
Feelings of sadness physically hurt.
A steadfast friend lays in a tub broken and pail.
Then a crumbing team previously never thought frail.
The one you thought loved you now lays still as stone.
With the one who promised never to leave you alone.
Betrayed, lied to, forsaken by all.
It seems into darkness the world wants to fall.
The devil looks over the land with a smirk.
Then stopped in his tracks by the little old church.
A safe place to stay, away from the cold rain of life.
Pain is washed away, no more sadness no more strife.
No More Sadness No More Strife
