Spellbound Death

Spellbound Death

In a drug induced stupor
she lay upon the floor,
not knowing where she was;
not caring anymore.
She watched cascading colors
as they flowed upon the wall
and never heard the screaming
of the children in the hall.

Her mind was slowly floating
upon a golden light.
She was watching smokey billows
when clouds obscured her sight.
As lovely flying sparkles
settled slowly to the ground,
she listened to distant voices
and heard the strangest sound.

They say she'll never speak again,
her throat is torn and raw
from screaming out in misery
at the horror that she saw.
Nothing is all that's left to her,
they died among the flames.
Now she's locked within herself,
can't even call their names.

She never heard their crying
nor felt the fiery glow,
trapped forever in the pain
where she is dying slow.
She'll never see their faces
nor take them to a show,
spellbound by the nightmare,
the Hell she'll always know.