The look on his face
I knew he was dead
It was filled
With blood of red
That made me sink
Into the thoughts of rose pink
Onto the brink of this darkened world
That left the dreams unfurled
And the storms had twirled
My brain had burned
With this darkened wretched world
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 11:53 AM UTC
The look on his face
I knew he was dead
It was filled
With blood of red
That made me sink
Into the thoughts of rose pink
Onto the brink of this darkened world
That left the dreams unfurled
And the storms had twirled
My brain had burned
With this darkened wretched world
The mind of this person had been "burned" or marked and changed forever. Witnessing the death of someone during war changed him forever. He will never be the same witnessing that blood of red. Realizing the world was plagued and his mind had "burned" along with the dark and wretched world.