Title:  Crimson Rain

Author:   Dark Artist
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…




Comments on "Crimson Rain"
Posted by Dark Artist on May 17, 2012
Yeah that's a type-o

Posted by RianPitan on May 16, 2012
Powerful, ominous...still you seem to be describing the struggle within for self control. I wonder if your poem's character really wants self control and the responsibility that goes with it. Maybe your character is simply content to be lead around and directed by this unseen force (possible Satan or a demon). It would be easier to blame a horrific atrocity, one might commit, on someone or something else, right? Also, I think you may have a type-o at the beginning of the last line. Did you mean to type the word "Revel" (to get great pleasure from)?