The river runs black
with the blood of the fallen
the sick elderly hold to their last breath
the children playing are quiet now
and i sit alone
the days go dark
the nights grow cold
with death taking them from home...
No one helps they just stare
They pass around you as if they are better
the earth is different in some way
the air is thiner than yesterday
Or is it just that im dieing?
The childrens laughter has drifted away
the blood runs cold from my eyes
the bloody tears i shed
are nothing and are worthless to them
