Guardian's eyes
Black, with death
The broken child
Weeps on the floor
And at dawn
Salvation no cometh
The child's pleas
Cruelly ignored
Hark! Her soul
Cries, begging her
To leave this place
To beckon for help
But she's drawn
The scent of death preferred
Instead of heaven
She'll take this horrid hell
The stench grows
More powerful and stronger
Tears are drying
Bodies becoming decayed
She is slipping
Unable to hold any longer
She's sinking, sinking
She starts to fade.
