Frame

They fell on their hands.
Blood started pouring,
Faster and faster.
Why wouldn't it stop?

No one seemed to run to their aid.
No one seemed to give a damn,
That they'd plummeted
To the ground in such a way.

As they lay there...
In pain,
The sea of Red Death
Was all too quickly passing over them.

That day was dull
And overcast with gloom and fear
As they fell on their hands
From the frame,
In the playground of Hell.

24/02/93