Raining in the DarknessDirty shattered glass Reflects her weary eyes Raining in the darkness Striped of all her prideRaining in the Darkness
Lost every steel friend Comforting killers are no more Broken dishes now lie around her Blood spilled across the floor
Frantic hands reach out Hoping she will try Blinded by the crimson spit
Hurled into her eyes
Silver was her favorite color Now translucent as the tears Fragile friends always lead her Back to crimson mirrors
SilhouettesSilhouettes fall one by one Blackened droplets corroding the soft blueness Of her wide open eyes so pure Witnessing the destruction Casually eroding her soul One crimson tear at a time She’s drowning her shallow mind With these bloody rivers She watches the child’s distorted reflection in her tainted blade Are these the visions children are meant to absorb? Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers Setting black examples and gifts of early graves Blind to the flowing tears of the child Darkly sitting in the corner wishing a crimson death Following a “loving” mothersSilhouettes
Peace
