The blood is soaking, cheery on my palms,
I’m holding bodies, family now gone.
First one to go, a girl named Brie, uncalm
And panicked. Rape was hers, the pills at dawn
Were taken, knives too deep. A rope ended Brie,
The beauty brown, her smile had vanished. Night
Has killed the dawn, another friend who died
To bullets shot abroad, the bombs in sight
That burned her building down; colors of death
Painted its hue shameless. Finally, my love,
Her hair of scarlet, eyes of Earth, her breath
Had met insane demise, slit wrists she wove.
Alone and teary, life is dreary, wed
To misery and cored to all the dead.