The sky tends to bleed,
and bruise
oh
so
easily.
Its frail skin is so sensitive
that jagged cuts will appear at random,
but very few are allowed to see the abuse it holds.
The sky is an empathetic creature,
unable to feel from it's own being,
so it draws in the viable emotions that dwell beneath it.
And as many know,
we humans rule over the land.
And as few know,
we humans tend to feel pain,
oh
so much
pain.
And so
the sky,
it shoves our abuse back
baring its skin and scars for the world to witness.
But only a few are allowed to see this agony,
and even less feel the torture it shows.
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When The Blood Ran Black
PuisiWhen my demon decided it wanted out, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could only watch as bloodied claws pierced my skin and shadows leaked through my eyes in black teardrops. It wanted out, and I was content to let it roam. >>>&g...
