9/26/12
Blots of crimson cloud
Waterfalls,splashing the surface
One by one
All of them fell
Dripping unto the stone cold floors
One intertwining with the other,making swirls
Making its lazy journey across the once-spotless squares
Streams of faint red following the way the grain went
Guilt chased innocence until it hid from sight
Red rained on guilt and then,a quietness formed
A quietness that even made innocence sick