My tears drops fall ,
As death calls,
Outward my emotions are bent,
As the victim is pulled off the cement,
And roses are thrown on the ground,
After a body is found,
Every bloody stench scent,
Is stained on the cement,
Screams for help; So loud,
Eventually no help is found,
Their last breathing moments are spent,
Laying hurt on cement,
Numb in the world with no place to go,
Stung with pain in the winter no on bloody snow,
White Christmas is spent,
Scarlet style; bloodied on the cement.
