Lost Souls Of London
Rivers of blood
Flowing down
The London streets.
Staining pale skin
With splatters of red.
Cries of agony,
Fear and pain.
So cold are the hands
That reach up to the sky
Trying to touch the heavens
In a last attempt to live.
Tears of scarlet
Fall from broken eyes
As they are torn
From limb to limb.
Whispers of death
Eco through the city,
Calling out names,
And weeping for lost souls.