9 August 2012
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- Ragnarōk doesn't count. It was going to be the prologue to a story I've since abandoned. Oh, and I'd appreciate feedback ^^)
Raining Blood • Opuss № I