Death's not Saddness Death is Pain

The blood drips from her eyes.
Leaking out in pain.
Warm crimson liquid on her cheeks.
Can't you hear the hissing drops of rain?

She lies now in the hunger.
Her bed of silk sheets and satin pillows.
A small home of wood is were she lives.
without the pain of her fathers.

Without her pain she still cries.
holding on to her past.
Leave others past behind you and leap into your future.

Homeless, sinking into the mud.
Earth, eating, claiming lives

Until the end,
When the clock stops.
This shall remain forever!