Dangling sky-high,

As it rained down,

In a single drop,

Terrifying.

Screamed out to run,

Bounded yellow,

Cold and white.

Popping veins,

Shriveled hair,

Drawn out to the steel,

Fumbled through.

Day in and out,

Locked away,

Unfathomed.

Embalmed and bathed,

New threads woven around,

Stored in a mahogany cage,

To take to the underworld.

Seven feet deep,

Three wide,

Pile in the dirt.

I wither now,

In this new home of mine,

With wilting willows.

It was Murder,

That brought me to my grave.