Silent Screams R.I.P. A.M. TODD

With that desire in his soul,
Nothing but a cauldron of lust...
He wanted to crush the prey,
It is his sole weapon,
To lure and tempt his prey,
He can use the dagger by which the world
uncaringly inflects to a lonely prey,
He loves to put a cyanide of distress
to his victim, torturing before his desire,
The sorrow of the victims is his lullaby,
His eyes, can see nothing but evil,
And he can call his pack of demons,
to initiate a ritual of blasphemy,
of a celebration for the death of their victims...

It is in this world that they leap,
hunting for a pity soul,
to them, death is their animator,
how terrible that they are swarming,
spawning from the depth of the cyber space,

To her, her cry is now heard,
the whole world stunned!
For her cries during her lifetime is screams,
her sorrow swallows her raging soul,
Her breathe that hymns a requiem,
Is the last lines in her agony....

Now she lay on her deep sleep,
never to wake up again...
For waking up could only lead her
to another turmoil of disaster...

Dedicated:
R.I.P A.M.TODD