Sreaming Red

Cherubin

Red red red
The colour of the dead
Though this one she still breathes.
Out I’ll reach
My knife to teach
That she should have stayed in bed.

She screams so loud
It makes me proud
And my art work is complete.
Her hand then flops
Her heart it stops
But her last breath will never be.

A gagging sound
I turn around
A new girl shies away.
She asks me why
And to think I try
But this world is turning blind

Am I mad?
No, but she looks so sad
And so I turn and flee.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Very good poetry in this chapter. I like the way you made the words dance and create a bloody situation. I like the way you ended this chapter. A excellent chapter.
Coyote