Morbid Art
The scene that has fell upon us
During this time of bitter cold
And darkest night,
Is but a picture few have seen.
Bodies littered the floor
Strewn about in careless abandon,
The unmistakable stench of corpses
Pervading the tense air.
We arrived at this morbid art
That the monsters left behind,
Empathy in our hearts
When we have to notify
Distraught families or next of kin.
As we begin to search around
We can't help but to notice,
All the blood spattering
Against the walls and floors.
In a way,
It quite resembled a picture
Of the manifestation of evil,
The death of both the innocent
And that of someone's humanity.
It truly was a picture in our eyes
One that we've seen many times;
Murder,
One's distorted view of morbid art.
This poem was written by Adrian Whelan on Mar 15, 2008.
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