Forgotten Ending Poem by Brytanne Lee

Spring follows these dead days
Waiting for chances to tell
Maybe we all have our special ways
But until then this is how we all fell..

The bombs go off in the hotel room
Explosions echoes to you
Trying to watch your dead rose bloom
The smoking has everyone suffocating, turning blue

Giving signs of no life
There is no one around
Just pieces you scrape up with your sinful knife
No one helps as though their hands are bound

Tell us the secret of the killer
As your lungs turn black
No one can call off the duty of the death dealer
No one is coming back