Vicious
A crow flies over head,
The wind's very cold.
Streams of blood run on the ground,
Bodies lay motionless.
There's a hate walking about,
Not caring for you.
A scared face stares at you,
You'll never be able to run.
Once you do,
You'll be flat on your back.
Hiding is no good,
You have to pay up.
Shed your tears,
It only makes it worse.
Forced to be a devil,
He'll kill you right there.
You can't replace what was lost.
What as given his name,
To be cruel and still live?
Watch out…
…For Vicious.