© moon rayven

I want to see blood,
Why is this?
A trickle not a flood,
Echoing hiss.

I like the colour,
Pretty red.
You must stop her,
Before she's dead.

Why so angry?
It is wrong.
I'm so sorry,
I'm not strong.

My mind is dark,
Unspoken words.
A devilish bark,
runs in herds.

No one can hear you,
Scream and shout.
Can't make it through,
So much doubt.

You won't make it,
Hate to cry.
No...