the corpses lied down on the floor,
no one heard their desperate cries and just locked the only door.
their blood gave off a scent that couldn't be compared to the ones of the alive,
with all the pain in their eyes I can bet they sure did put up a fight.
their eyes gouged out,
their tounges slit, no one knew what this was all about.
somes lips were stiched,
as some went around and bitched.
all the dead were there,
and for some reason so was i.
but i wasn't dead, it was my soul that was rotten and it was my soul that couldn't survive.
my soul might come back tomorrow,
but what about the thousands that died in sorrow?
