~bloody drops~



blood runs down life goes out,

nothing here left but bloody drops.

through the corridors of time,

the drops bleed out.

some will wish their blood was a rhyme.

Through the apple of the eye,

through the largest vein,

nothing more is left,

but only a bloody stain.

The evil that thrives in my head,

could be all i ask for if i weren't dead.

the blood splashes down,

upon my soul.

If you put the drops together,

would` they make me hole.

The red is the essence of life,

to many whom are here it just a bad dream.

To feel the drops upon my head,

lets me wonder through the fields of the already dead.

The bloody drops shower down,

and show me that i have no crown.

The bloody drops caress me,

and reach out on my hand,

taking me away showing me there lands!!

~Inkmaster~