Litter the Streets with your blood

Litter the Streets with your Blood

In the night,
The moon shines brightly,
Casting shadows in the dark,
Enslaving those who find it.

Yet here I am
Talking to myself again,
Waiting for you.
Hoping to find

I feel your blood in me,
Running through my veins.
The consequence of killing,
The source of pain.

As the world surrounds you,
Hindered by mist and vain
Their waiting to kill you
You world will end today.

Hidden by masks and falling
Buildings will tumble down.
Representing your life worth living,
You are going down.

I feel your blood in me,
Running through my veins.
The consequence of killing,
The source of pain.

As now you find it,
Streets littered with your blood.
Crimson red, I see
But that’s not enough.