Blood Red

Bite into my flesh and find nothing,

Crumble my bones and lose control,

Pull my eyes. and your mind will swallow,

Carve my skin, and I am gone.

But beware. 

For my life is one you have taken.

For your hands are stained,

Blood red, you encounter them.

You shall scream and vanish,

because mistakes seek revenge.

Your body, will be slaughtered.

Piece by piece, you will burn.

Author's Note

Hope you enjoyed!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Your words are true. I have known men who had killed. The killing become part of them. I was a soldier and I saw hopeful men become cold and stone-like after taking life. You are right. The blood never leave your hands. Thank you dear friend for sharing the powerful piece.
Coyote

[PandaPeaceful]

You have seen much sorrow. I thank you for reading this piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome my friend.

[Gabriel]

I like it. Although it's brutal, it's a good kind of brutal!

[PandaPeaceful]

Thank you! And, it truly is.

[OldAccount]

Hell yeah I enjoyed that. It gave me chills down my spine, and seemed to call out to the monster within me. Thank you, it was beautiful and the descriptions were out of this world!

[PandaPeaceful]

Thank you! I appreciate your review Maia!