The rain tumbles down from the clouds
A drop lands on my face
I feel it roll down my cheek
Innocent as a tear
I watch it slide down my jaw
I see it as it drips off my chin
And falls into the body beneath me
It lands quickly but quietly
And it mixes in with the blood
The rain drop is no longer able to be told apart from the dark red liquid
The blood I spilled
The body I placed
The person that's dead because of me
The human that I killed
That unsuspecting rain drop is joined by others
They pour down relentlessly
Not aware what they're in for
They land upon my mess and are dirtied
The once clean drops
Are ruined
Because of me
I killed this human
I ruined the rain
I made the Gods cry
I broke hearts
I tore apart families
I did it all for my own sick amusement
I did it because I wanted to
And I don't regret it
Not one bit
So I stand there a bit longer
Letting the rain run down my cheeks and onto the dead
I let it be ruined
I let the families mourn
I let the Gods cry
I let hearts be ripped in half
I let this human remain dead
Because I want too
Do I need a better reason?
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The End Of The Road
PoetryPoetry for the dead and dying. For the ones just done trying. Here's the words for you. It's a bloody dream come true. I can't promise it'll help you get through. But if your mind is dark It'll leave its mark It'll make your bleeding heart Just t...