Town

Now it's all the talk of the town

Your eyes are peachy

Pink fingers dried brown

You scream and panic

Crying around

At liquifying lights

As the syllables echo empty

Sirens sound

No one can know

No one can be found

You'll bite apart their neck and scream at them down

You'll rip into their flesh

Your nothing but a hound

You pluck them in the eyes

So they can't be used as spies