A nightmare kiss upon the corpse's cheek.
Or perhaps the brow or lips?
A last farewell to the ones we loved most.
Crushed and killed.
Suicide or not.
Or with a knife in the back.
The only thing we know,
the very breath as been taken out of their very lungs.
So all we can do now is weep.
Mourn.
And give that last nightmare kiss.
To our most dearly beloved.
Now departed.