The air is clear, but then is white.
A beautiful whisp in a frozen sky.
As gone as quick as it was made be.
A wonderful thing it is to be free.
A sound, a noise, a glimpse of fate.
Aproacing at speed, with no love or hate.
A monster of steel, no emotion to show.
A streak of white light that leaves scars in the snow.
As the scars get deeper and the enemy aproaches.
My consious starts reeling with fear most abundant.
A impact, a pain, flying up through the air.
White, red, black, the order goes.
A mother, a daughter, left in tears.
A puddle, a resting place, no more fears.
Heartless, Souless, again and again.
The monsters keep coming to carry out their sin.
A splatter, another, as all goes black.
A consiousness fading in the silver night.
A family weeps as it will for years.
A sheilding of eyes as come more tears.
A scream wreakes the night as a body flows.
Disrespected, forgotten, all alone.
Once a model now a empty shunned soul.
Where went the beauty and where went the grace?
They lay there hidden, in half of a face.
A empty stare, a blood red moon.
Mark another night in a timeless doom.
So you have two and I have four?
Yet I have less and you have more.
So I have four and you have two?
Is forgetting me the right thing to do?
Ask yourself this as I fly away.
Free at last from a tortured stay.
(C) willplay1a 2012