My Crimson Rain

Every night it's a struggle

Everyday it turns into a fight

Can't get these things out of my head

Yet they're always out of sight

It's all happened in the past

But I relive it every night

I still see their faces

The faces of my antagonists

Every night I relive the pain

Of the pain from the scars on my wrist

These people taunted me half of my life

The other half they were my "friends"

They filled me full of strife

And almost brought me to multiple ends

Every night I would grab the knife

Pushing it against my skin

Wanting to end my life

Every night I would grab the bottle

To cope with the pain

Hoping that I take a few too many

And that I drown in the rain

The rain of my blood

The rain from my throat

Blinding me

Robbing me of sight

Each night I feel the slow approach of death

Hear his wings beating

Hear his raspy breathing

Seeing his glowing red eyes

Yet the sockets remain empty

His blood red orbs focus on me

This pitiful broken mass

Soaked in blood

Sobbing and shaking

In wonderment he asks

"What's the matter with you?"

And in fear I replied

"Are you not here for me?"

And even then, death shows me mercy

Picks me up and washes me clean

And sends me back home

To resume this ritual each night

So that I may meet him again

So I may meet him

Soaked in my crimson rain

Reviews

[Pi Cee]

Dark is beauty to some, as is death. To the others...they run off terrified a prophecy's been made. Beautiful, in the most darkest of terms.

[Echo Nightfield]

A masterpiece, truely. Yes it's a bit on the dark side but so many people have been there. I love the way the emotions are transitioned, they flowed naturally and peacefully. Very well written I look forward to reading more.

[misha]

A very dark and sad piece.The emotions are well communicated through your writing. Yet another brilliant piece.