AND THE HILLS RAN RED by Rïén Kelso

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AND THE HILLS RAN RED
by Rïén Kelso

The whole village slaughtered,
So violently killed.
A virus is spreading,
Infectious, and ill.

Don’t even deny,
The power it holds,
Unless you are dead,
Then you’re a pile of cold.

Look at me.
You’re last ride.
Time to head.
Out of my head, be dead!

Run to the hills,
Run through the sparks,
Get swallowed by flames,
It’s all roaring and barks.

Soon you’ll be mine,
And I’ll figure out.
How to skin you alive.
Let the flesh hang to rot.

Boil them alive.
Keep them hung.
Nothing left.
Your misery feeds me!

Watch the blood dripping down,
Let the rivers course through your veins,
Drain out the final drop,
Until there is nothing left.

The hills all run red,
Our mark is left to come.
The tides are pulled in much deeper,
Now you’re sure to be done.

I am done.
No more fear.
Time has come.
Kill the living!
The living!

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Reviews

[That one kid]

Honestly this one makes me think of someone who's on the path to insanity as it slowly takes over the mind causing the person to do things considered abnormal. Reminds me of the great poets. I love ! Keep up the good work!!

[Riddhi]

Ah..Actually that brought whole picture in front of me..Killing innocents , everywhere you see dead bodies..You wrote this one really well..An the most important part was that as I read it I can actually imagine everything..You know every writer cannot do these..There are some writers whose writings you read but they can't paint the entire picture before your eyes..Actually for me a writer isn't different from a painter or an artist , the only different is that the painter has to paint the picture through colours and a writer has to do it through his words and I must say that you were successful in painting that picture..
Well done..

[Iam-me]

Makes me think of misery, death and pain and suffering. All these things. That do kill people bit by bit. But eloquently worded and phrased in this poem. Shocking true thou.