It's raining blood,
Gushing down by the bucket
Poorly hidden away
Tempted just to say 'Fuck it'
What use is there in crying?
Your eyes are clenched shut
Mommy is dying
Daddy's stabbed in the gut
Tucked under the bed
You shake your head 'no'
Nothing is wrong
And 'they' will all go
Daddy will laugh
'we got you alright'
Mommy will sigh
And smiling, turn on the light
'We're fine Buttercup,
Just a practical joke'
But you know it's a lie
And the thought makes you choke
It's raining blood
You shiver and shake
A sob breaking through
And you feel yourself break
(Meh, not too happy with this. It is my first serious attempt at poetry though so you gotta give me points for trying- RagnarΕk doesn't count. It was going to be the prologue to a story I've since abandoned. Oh, and I'd appreciate feedback ^^)
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