Blood Money

Dirty money is hard to clean With blood still dripping

Departed

The scent lingers on Like a spirit haunting me

Scavengers Like vultures

Grinning skulls look down From towering shelves

I've got a chill down my spine And a feeling that isn't mine

Bones creak and break And life wears away

Roadkill diaries Are quickly done The words fall flat

The wind picks up Slanting the rain

A terrifying form Of hide and seek

The trees are on fire And I can't bring myself