• Death creeps in a steatly night
    Chilling us with horrific plight

    Torn and ragged, bloody clothes
    Why it happened no one knows

    Cold and heartless hungry beasts
    Don't attend any of their feasts

    Sweet and tender is our flesh
    The two of us simply do not mesh

    Tired, hungry, cold, and scared
    Bleeding hearts, thoughts are barred

    Pray to God but help he does not send
    Say goodbye for this may be the end.