Blood is red,Veins are blue.Blood is red,Veins are blue.Death is sweet,so are you.
Voices Whispering Pt2I threw the knife away from me, that hit the ground with a clatter as I cried in pure terror, "I can't!""You coward," the first voice growled, sending a chill down my spine.I looked at the body of my wife; cold and dead because of me. It was all my fault. I listened to the voices- the voices. It was their fault that she died! I was just a puppet on a string! "It's you," I whispered in anger, realizing that I shouldn't die for something that I didn't start. I didn't want to kill my wife. I was lied to doing it. I treasured her, swore to protect her, and yet now, her blood still wet on my hands."You're the one who raised the knife," the voice said mockingly, shattering into my thoughts. The other voices were quiet. Probably listening."I know," I sighed. "But you talked me into it. All of you," I replied coldly. "You are the ones who deserve to be punished, but I committed the crime. I deserve the ultimate punishment; suicide I cannot do.""Because you're scared to die," he chuckled d
Walls of BonesThe guilt, the faces, the flashback backs; screaming at me, mocking me, tearing at my mind. Why won't they just stop? What have I done to- the blood. The blood running down the walls like tears of the tortured. The paint tearing, peeling away, revealing the bones. My collection. My pride; hidden away from the prying eyes of the curious. The eyes will know the truth, the truth of the ones who had paid. The ones who thought of me insane. The shadows told me to do it. I am the victim here! The lives just got in the way. They choose their fates! I had no choice! The bones of the dead hidden, piled in the walls. It was the only way to hide them. It was the only way to save myself! Now they are showing themselves to me in a bloody mess. Why can't I just get rid of them again? Now my knife is useless agsinst them. Wait. Is that an empty sport I missed? That spot could fit another corpse. Of course... The knife will be my new friend now.by NK
The Blood Red TreeOn a cliff, over looking a clearing,the silver moon is watching a lonely tree.The Blood-red Tree has a history.The crimson leaves fall like tears.Under the Blood-red Tree,some things happened here.Under the Blood-red Tree,secrets are hidden here.With the silver orb shining the night sky,the Blood-red Tree everyday dies.The sap it bleeds dyes the ground red.The brown bark is now dead.Under the Blood-red Tree,the bones are still here.Under the Blood-red Tree,the sorrow, it weeps, of the friends it lost.by NK
Voices WhisperingVoices. Voices inside my head. Screaming at me, telling me to do horrible things. Murder. I already killed my wife. Oh, God how I wish I never killed her; the one that I wed on a hill on a cold a winter afternoon. The one that saved me and pulled me out of a black abyss onto a path of righteousness. I went to my knees with the bloody knife in my hand, crying, screaming, begging for forgiveness. My heart was pounding with tears streaming down my face. She was matted with blood. I looked at her beautiful face that had blood running down her mouth. Oh, God just kill me now! Take my life! Take my soul and burn in in hell!!At this point I began rocking back and forth with her cooling, dead body in my arms, wishing that it was a nightmare. The voices laughed madly as one mocked. "Look at him rock like a like a madman. You'll never escape this and you'll never escape us!""We'll never leave you wherever you may go," another mocked. "We will make you kill again and again and again," he chuckl