Title:  Crimson Rain

Author:   Macabre
Category:   Thoughts
Keywords:  Voices, blood, stained, death

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Blood stained hands…to smear crimson on glass…
Rain falling down as your mind explodes with white light…what have you done?
Hearing the voices…you are…causing you to kill in the pale light…

Death is on your soul…
Looking dead but still half warm…
Nothing to tease your conscience later…

A dark, foreboding presence sinister and unforgiving…
A larger, darker force at play then you…
He always did bring out the worst in you…

Your soul stained by the blood of the innocent…
At least his soul if free…
Reveal in your latest mistake as you learn to live half alive…





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