Date: 25-06-2016
Raining Murder
Thick bloody blotches
pour from the sky
drenching the girl whose knives
sharpened
lay by her side.
Avenged comrades
fallen foes
their bodies pile upon
a mountain of sorrow.
She stands on the top
alone in victory
broken inside
the tears merging with the red
falling from the skies.
It's raining murder
it's raining sin
her monsters have caught her
her shadows win.
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Poetry/twenty sixteen : a poetry collection/ A poem, a day. Can't be that hard, right? One of my New Year's Resolutions this year is get back into poetry and explore new styles. This is my attempt at doing just that. This collection will be a mixture of d...
