murder scene

There’s a damnation in living

A cursed reminder of what was and can never be

Lost in a childhood room

Wrapped in blood-stained sheets

Let the family mourn

Their pain deserves to be felt

The victim’s suffering needs to be shared

Don’t be selfish

Be good and be quiet

Only speak when spoken too

Allow the vacancy to grow

A sign of foreclosure on the door

Let the living live and the dead lay to rest

Even if they’re still with us.