The Blood That Stains The Pages

Death........

I felt a shadow,

Dark and gloomy,

It loomed over me,

I didnt dare turn around,

I didnt want to see the horrible sight,

So I continued forward,

Only to be draged beck and turned around,

By a cold wet hand,

Wait whys it wet?

I glance at my shoulder,

Crimson cloaked the fabric,

Of my coat,

Then suddenly,

A gust of air rushes past me,

As foot steps run away,

Then almost suddnely then fade,

Out of nowhere they dissapear,

I slowley look up,

Cautiously preparing for the sight,

What I saw made a gasp excape my lips,

A man lay motionless on the ground,

Blood spewed everywhere,

Choke marks circle his neck,

And gashes decorate his chest,

A few tears escape my eyes,

I look at the wall,

In blood written letters it spells,

Whyd you leave me...,

I stared at the writing,

And realized,

It was mine,

I looked at my hands,

Blood stains,

My shoes,

Crimson,

My clothes,

Sticky red,

I looked down the hallway at who had touched me,

And I saw Death