all it silent in the end

I've never heard that kind of siren before

imitations of wailing children

the manufactured scream of a woman watching her child torn to shreds

the sound of a freight train's sudden stop

the mere sound of it causes me to join the symphony of crying

we have watched our brothers die

at one another's hands

there is no one left but the helpless

as the sky descends

maybe if we hide

we'll get to keep our flesh

but they've already got our scent

darkness was never this black