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A figure crept through a darkened wood

A life cut short can never grow old

Clothed in black from shoelace to hood

The dead do not feel the cold

 

Behind them they dragged a wrapped body so still

A life cut short can never grow old

Dead for no reason but for their killer’s will

The dead do not feel the cold

 

They came to a lake, the killer and slain

A life cut short can never grow old

No body or witness means none to point or blame

The dead do not feel the cold

 

The body sank down with barely a splash

A life cut short can never grow old

But the quietest noise make the killer’s breath catch

The dead do not feel the cold

 

Another was there, with a corpse of their own

A life cut short can never grow old

Another dead body, flesh, blood and bone

The dead do not feel the cold

 

Their eyes met in darkness, as black as their hears

A life cut short can never grow old

Should they silence a witness, or simply depart>

The dead do not feel the cold

 

“I’ve no quarrel with you, if silent you’ll stay.”

A life cut short can never grow old

“Forget what you saw, and we’ll both walk away.”

The dead do not feel the cold

 

A nod and a wink, and they went on their way

A life cut short can never grow old

Another name on their list, to hunt the next day

The dead do not feel the cold

 

Take heed of this lesson, and you may yet thrive

A life cut short can never grow old

Two can keep a secret, if only one is alive

The dead do not feel the cold.