Hope,
And Life,
In his hand,
Is a knife.
Burning,
Like Fire,
In his heart,
There's desire.
The weapon,
Clutched in,
White knuckled hands,
Gives way to sin.
He's killed,
The forest enveloping his fear,
While red and blue,
Comes near.
Sirens wail,
Mingling with screams,
Silenced and
Broken
Dreams
