there is blood everywhere
we cant stop seeing it
we are surrounded by it

on the walls
the floors
must it be all there is

can we not see the sky
the grass
the very face of nature

the fabric of time is silent
warm but cold
nightmares of death

this place of emptiness
a loneliness i can't escape from

a pool of red that is as cool and smooth
as wine
yet a thickness that gives you a pause
the flavor so sweet
but regretful

by black rose