Human death

She gave birth to herself
And people used to see the beauty
In her every move.
They loved her.
They loved her with flowers in her hair.
They loved her when her body was warm,
They loved her red hair
And they even loved her in her white dress.
We still don't know what changed.
But eyes are blind now,
Fixed on the ground.
Eyes that love the cold metal
Fixed on lives not even lived.
Eyes that witness destruction
Fixed on death that is not even coming,
Still her breath colours the wind
And in her arms she carries the fresh flowers
While they blamed her for her temparement
Every time they dug fresh holes into her skin.
One day,
She stared into the abyss
Curiosly and nervously
Unaware of hands that want to destroy
Pushing her in.
We are the killers.