Blood

This is a nightmare that I seem to have alot. It ends differently each time, but this was how it ended when I wrote it.

Blood : By Kody Prosser

It flows, like a river.

The blood, an endless stream.

The body, its dead giver.

Stuck in an endless dream.

Around my feet, the blood pools.

On my hands, it runs, and drips.

He dared call me a fool.

With the knife, skin tears and rips.

His pain was long,

A deep, sorrowful moan.

His body lies, cold and pale.

The knock at the door,

The red, blue lights outside.

They come for me,

But they will not win.

A knife to the throat will end this game.

My vision turning black,

The blood flows down my neck.

It stings, it burns,

The blood.

It soothes, and it calms.

The deep, red blood.