A Plague of Sorrow

Tear drops fall, oh so heavily.
She catches them in her hand, very carefully.
She lift her hand up to the sky,
Hoping her heat, will fly by.

She lie waiting for someone to care for her.
Watching her body being ripped to shreds just like fur.
Oh how much I want to cry,
Waiting for the day to die.

Sorrow fills her to the core.
Blood drips out with so much gore.
She feel liquid around her body,
Dieing softly in this embody.

The heart it weeps, with such sorrow.
As if there will be no tomorrow.
Tomorrow, it never comes.
And so stops an endless drum.

Cry, just crying till lateness dawns.
Laying still in a row of pawns.
Through the heart, a knife stabs through,
And her story ends, before others ever knew.