Your Number's Up...

Fearness drips while

Knives cut

Through life,

Sun darkening while

Eyes glazing over with blood,

The time to rest is upon the world

As the murderers of life walking down the street looking for life to feed on,

Darting in and out of the shadows

Waiting for you

Want you

Needing your blood on their hands

To quench their thirst,

You,

Your children,

Your parents

They are not safe,

So soon

They will die……….

From the hands of a bloody world.