Foundations Of Sorrow and Pity

Oh, mother! Oh, father! Oh, brother! Oh, sister!
If this child left, would you ever have missed her?
Gone is the blood and left have the tears
Sadly smothered by all of her fears
She locked away and must be found
An empty corpse left on the ground
The waiting game the body plays
Could be seconds or maybe days
A decomposing pile of pale peach flesh
The crimson blood not aware of the mess