something foul
Max Keeton
What foul creature have i walked upon this night
This foul creature must have lost the final fight
This foul creature is a girl torn apart
To my left is a shoelaces and my right is her heart
A summer breeze through her hair one last time
Taken away from us before she reached her prime
All i see is terror in her cold blank eyes
What kind of creature decides who lives and dies
