*NOTE: Yes, it's another dark poem....
Dance with the moonlit
night in the day
as rain that's not rain
pours down and down.
I've eaten a soul and now
I feel free. So I
dance with the moonlit
night in the day
drenched scarlet red,
such sticky rain.
I've eaten a soul and now
I feel fine. So I
dance with the sunlit
day in the night
as blood that's not rain
pours down and down.
I've eaten a soul and now
I feel stange. So I
lay in the clouded
night before day
soaked dark maroon,
an odd, pulcing pain.
I've taken a life and now
I feel sick. So I
swallow a bullet that
eats through my head.