The Murder of the Seeing

The Murder of the Seeing

Who’s next on the killing list,
No one will know,
Not even the strongest of fists,
Her rage too much to control,
Will you survive the Murder of the seeing?

Beginning to end at a high school,
For just the seeing kids,
This isn’t a gag or a prank, nor ghost or ghoul,
The is the tale of the unfortunate kids, or twigs
Who will survive the murder of the seeing?

Now this is far much more than should be told,
For i too am a seeing,
To write our tell is so bold,
In fact I’ll be fleeing,
From the school of the seeing,

Keep your eyes open through my tale I must say,
Because the dead seeing kids deserve at least that,
From where they lay,
I’ll start where it all began,
And finish from beginning to true end.






(This is basically the opener to the story I'm in the mist of writting))