To feel cold tumbled chills
I hear the mourning
The result of one who kills
But nobody saw his forewarning
A future not so adorning;
The grim taste fills the air
The smell of death so unpleasant
An event not many can bare
Heartbeats stop which once were so incessant
Motionless bodies ... why so quiescent;
Your heart beats but still blaine
Trust me when I say
I feel your pain
But people die in exponential decay
No need to be in such dismay