The Cause

Moisture falls down.
Born from our eyes
And killed on our shoulders.
Could these be tears?

Another liquid flows.
But it's thicker
And darker.
Maybe it's blood.

There is so much.
It pumps from our wrists
And devours our hands,
Turning them red.

It is pushed off,
By the new who must feed.
And fall into the pool
Of dead others like them.

So our blood and tears mix
As we crash to our knees
And drop our knives.
Too weak to breathe.

We link hands
With the closest person we see.
The pain doesn't matter.
We'll soon be gone.

They'll find us
But it shall be too late.
We died for this cause.
All forty of us.

They might say we're crazy.
Messed up in the mind.
But we knew what was going on.
Their plot will be stopped.

This mass suicide
Was only the beginning.
They will appear all over
For our message has been sent.

We don't want the youth to die.
But it's the only way
To show those monsters
What they have done.

So now our bodies have fallen
For the last time.
Never shall we rise again
Though many others will fall.