Last Day
So tortured lives
so many, so poor
hearing death's pounding
on their door

Their lives been counted
so few, too late
in the distance
the brewing hate

Tortured
tormented
bruised
resented
suffocating
bleeding
slowly dying

Forsaken souls of those I know
The pain that grips my aching soul
Their lives so miserable, slowly dying
The world turned blind, same torment as mine

Of those that followed this wretched path
Thrown into the pit of all despair
One by one, close friends dying
One by one, they each start crying

A soul so joyful, broken, bruised
Sick and stranded in her pain
No sunny day, no joyful news
The raging wind, the cold hard rain

 A cyanide pill in her hand
Seeing bloody gruesome murder
Her love forsaken, slowly dying

Capsule swallowed, no more crying