Why Oh Why Seren Roberts and Tim Smith

Why oh Why A Collaboration between Seren Roberts, Tim Smith and Arthur Vaso Poem inspired by Seren Roberts Each poem written from a different view The Murderer The Murdered The Mannequins who witnesses the crime Why of Why Lovers Die Mannequins Cry Sat, with his head in his hands Remembering how love had once been, Now, because of his stupidity He was on his own, solitary again Remembering, how love had been, Behind the bars he now calls home He was on his own as before and again, Realizing, he was such a petty bitter fool Behind the bars he now calls home His mind, aflame with tears of regret Realizing he was an utter fool, To have stabbed her to death in a bloody pool His mind aflame, with deep regret Why... did he buy a knife that day...why? To have stabbed her to death Cause she had given love another try. Oh how he wishes, its he that had died Lovers Die I linger with the scent of flowers cascading over what was once spring showers Your red hands drip passion long since cooled darkness surrounding you has lifted and only I can see the light Why couldn't you leave a girl clamoring to be free dressed in a burnt orange skirt driven to the stake with your hurt Words were written on the wall but all you did was erase it all Twisted as the knife turns in a cell your hell burns Mannequins Cry We have no faces We have no voices You think we have no feelings You see us as objects in commercial spaces We saw the hidden knife unfold We saw the young ones stabbed so bold Pain is the emotion that frightens us all Mannequins crying, tears running as we see her crawl When the blood flowed When the redness of hate showed We with no faces Shed tears at the human disgraces Such young love so brutally robbed By the jealous and lonely one, made us all sob He regrets I am sure the hate that overflowed Life's so torn it can't be sown