Blood of the Damned.

I stare at the wall, crimson red.
It flows across my blades, where silver once shone.
Now darkened like my soul, black, tainted.
Still I feel the howls of the innocent in my bones.
The demon that I have created knocks at the door.
The music that lifted me swallows me.
Like the night swallowed the souls of those poor
in the favor of luck.

Reviews

[Lucy Morningstar &heart..]

i feel like the worst friend in the world for not having read this before now but daaaaaaaamn. Thats dark but also super awesome. well done :)

[Annie29]

Exactly! I liked it just wish it had more ):

[Cousitarian]

You know, I've always had a nagging hate for poems. They're too short. Oh but don't be offended. I didn't mean that in any bad way now... It's just when a person writes a poem, like such here, I want to know more of the background. So, perhaps I'm trying to say that you've gained my interest here but, unfortunately, I won't get to know about this demon at the door or assassin like shade you've made who is staring at the crimson wall. A shame. Well, clearly, you did a good job with this. I'm interested in JUST what happened to make the scene this poem portrays.

[Eryn ♪]

Actually believe it or not this poem is based around music and the way it moves through your body making even an innocent person do terrible things.