Gothic Poetry Collection

Red

Warm blood,

dripping from the heavens

My wedding gown desecrated

The crimson bleeds into the pure fabric

The sky bleeds

Pouring garnet tears upon me

I am motionless

as the venom suffocates me

My soprano scream splits the night

The blood enters my lungs

Choking me

I fall to the ground,

Violently

trying to heave out the thick red substance

My weak arms

Shaking

As I try to expel the poison

More dead than alive-

But it wins,

And I cling onto the hand of death

with white knuckles

and an empty heart.