In their lonesome
They were being murdered
By the lonely river

Their flesh ripped off by the hungry silence
Blood draining down the loose sands


They opened their mouths
Screamed


No one was there to listen

But the sky
Which opened in tears
And dyed a floating canvass to red
Signalled that the end was close now


A process so painful and slow


And at the other side
The darkness grinned