There is naught but a whisper

A tendril of hair

A piece of mind

And a tail of dispair

 

Here be red splatters

Dead matter

Sleepless powers

Overwhelming, it cowers

 

Reaction unlost

Spoken aloud

WAILS WAILS

gone

 

Last one now

Don't hold back

Let it go

Far

 

There is naught but a whisper

A tendril of hair

A piece of mind

And a head of dispair