Condemning The Innocent

The remains of what you became
Are strewn across the ashes
Of what you called home.
The sun avoids your presence
And gloom embraces your shadow.
The night cloaks your fate
As you helplessly try to escape.
There's a knock on the door to your soul
I'm afraid the reaper has come
And his bony fingers clasp around your being
Your very essence is in danger
You try to run
You try to hide
But there's no hope for you
Not any more.
The moon turns away for just a moment
And your lifeless body is thrown to the ground
The tune of the damned floats through the air
It wraps itself around its victims
But everyone turns their cheek
As the innocent are condemned.