Down on my way It stuck with my gaze,
How heinously they demanded all of those pretty hates.
I truly remember the sight of that day,
I can't describe it, maybe because of the breathtaking prey.
Those small dirty hands, forfeited.
Needlessly asking for bravery and regretted.
Wanting much attention but getting rage filled with redemption.
Nothing to cure the living, just a sake to spread feelings.
The crowd unsettled, remorse, vulnerable.
Moving forward like those 19th fables.
I can't describe it, maybe because I am too afraid.
I watched the needy, I can't portray.
Down on my way it stuck with my gaze,
How they rejoiced seeing people, decay.