Haunted memories
Still feeling the blood trickle down your head after a near-fatal blow,
Staring into the cracked glass,
Fighting an immortal foe,
Years later still in the past,
A bloodstained knife covered with rust,
Again it is immersed in blood,
Screams of the innocent still within the filthy walls,
Because they are so fresh and new,
The next victim is now you,
You can hear each victims' slowing heartbeat,
Ticking irreagularly beside your own,
Your wrists cut bleeding upon the already blood stained carpet,
Say goodbye to your tainted home.
 KiyoshisKiwi · Mon Aug 03, 2009 @ 06:20pm · 0 Comments |
