I cry for the lonely voices,
The ones who will always be alone.
Never again to touch, feel, or love.

I cry for the lost souls,
The ones who will always be lost.
Who will never make it home.

I cry for the dying,
The ones who will always be dead.
There is no tomorrow for them.

I cry for the buried,
The ones who will always be '6 feet under'.
Not buried alive, but buried dead.

I cry for me,
The one who will always cry.
The killer who feels pity for the souls she took.