Blood showers the sky
Like rain on a summer's day.
Glass falls onto the bodies below
Glistening red in the flames.
Cries of pain echo
Around the room that once stood.
Nothing comes to help,
Although it probably could.
Lifeless bodies are scattered on the ground,
As if they were dandelions,
Resting in the meadows.
Smoke as thick as fog fills the air,
Smothering anything that moves,
Until it can move no more.
Sirens sound.
Lights flash red and blue.
Finally, someone has come...
