Blood Stains The Pavement 
Red, Viscous and Black 
Once the yelping, bending body is gone 
The Blood Give Character To The Slabs 
A Rainbow Of Bile, Phlegm and Punctured Arteries 
A Monument To Another Mind 
The Only Memorial
For The Loss Of Possibility
Once The Pavement Is Cleansed
There Is Nothing To Show
Nothings Standing To Let You Know
On This Day We Lost Greatness..... Again