She’s dying, she’s dying, she’s dying, she’s dead,
Unzipped thoughts, a dismembered head.
Red soaked gardens, the smell of copper,
No one could save her, no one could stop her.
Dripping, dripping, dripping, drowned,
The maker smiled, the finder frowned.
Crimson leaves, a bright blue coat,
The puddles will deepen, the people won’t float.
Slipping, slipping, slipping, fell,
Down the hill and down the well.
No more stories, no more rhymes,
Laughing kids or music chimes.
Swaying, swaying, swaying, dropped,
Through the air and never stopped.
Baby’s cradle hit the ground,
Crying stopped and not a sound.
Jumping, jumping, jumping, tripped,
Hit the candle, caught on quick.
Spreading heat, the smell of burning,
Toasted flesh and children learning.