The little old man and his bowl
Was crying as he drank his soup cold.
He sat all alone as he chewed through the bone,
eating the little boys souls.
The little old lady in pain
was quietly going insane
She stood in the cold, her clothes growing mold,
burying girls bodies in the rain.
The little old lady and man
walked silently hand in hand
they walked to the beach, their lives out of reach
and buried eachother in the sand.