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Darkness fell,
Wrapping around them like a blanket.
It was warm
Soft and forgiving,
For nightfall hides all sins.
The gloom hid them,
But it was the rain that washed them away.
The crimson stain grew lighter,
With every drop.
The river bore the body,
Carrying it
Somewhere else,
Someplace no one would care.
But then
No one here cared either,
No one would sleep restlessly,
Sick with worry.
No one cared.
No for this sweet, innocent, evil child...
Demon!
She saved us from it.
From her only son.
His twisted body floated along.
Eyes still seeing,
Even in death.
The knife is clean now.
The blood replaced with water.
But it will drink again;
Taste bittersweet life once more,
On this night.
She brings bright steel
To aching flesh.
Feels its bite
Before embracing oblivion.
The spray of red is captured
By starlight.
But is unremembered.
No one knows.
No one cares.
They sleep for eternity,
Wrapped in darkness.
And if you're not severely creeped out by that, I suggest you seek professional help. My mind scares me way too much. This was originally typed up on my old typewriter, which feels really cool to use. Next bit of writing should be a bit more cheerful...
Wrapping around them like a blanket.
It was warm
Soft and forgiving,
For nightfall hides all sins.
The gloom hid them,
But it was the rain that washed them away.
The crimson stain grew lighter,
With every drop.
The river bore the body,
Carrying it
Somewhere else,
Someplace no one would care.
But then
No one here cared either,
No one would sleep restlessly,
Sick with worry.
No one cared.
No for this sweet, innocent, evil child...
Demon!
She saved us from it.
From her only son.
His twisted body floated along.
Eyes still seeing,
Even in death.
The knife is clean now.
The blood replaced with water.
But it will drink again;
Taste bittersweet life once more,
On this night.
She brings bright steel
To aching flesh.
Feels its bite
Before embracing oblivion.
The spray of red is captured
By starlight.
But is unremembered.
No one knows.
No one cares.
They sleep for eternity,
Wrapped in darkness.
And if you're not severely creeped out by that, I suggest you seek professional help. My mind scares me way too much. This was originally typed up on my old typewriter, which feels really cool to use. Next bit of writing should be a bit more cheerful...