Murder In June
Fangs, bloody and red
Tires, barren of tread
Fire, rising above
Heart, devoid of love
Skies, cloudy and grey
Price, too high to pay
Time, now has run out
Mind, filled now with doubt
Eyes, blinded by drinking
Brain, no longer thinking
Blood, staining the ground
Noise, then not a sound
Life, taken too soon
Warmth, gone now in June
Dead, left on the road
Man, a life taken now owed
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