She screams,
Wishing it was all just a dream,
But it keeps going on,
She never wakes up with a yawn,
It was all real,
And it certainty wasn't her ideal
day to seal.

Life says goodbye,
As the life in her goes dry,
What a world it is,
Even if it was never his,
Blood stained on his hands,
As he runs off to new lands,
Guilt in his eyes.

The girl dead,
A crack in her head,
Bones broken all over,
In her pocket a four leaf clover,
A shame it brought her no luck,
As her demons have already struck.

So alone,
About to be pelted with stones,
The boy pushes on,
Already gone,
He knows what he has done,
And it was no fun,
Living with the guilt inside him,
Forever grim.