Drops of Blood

The beauty of the day is short lived,
as the dark clouds start rolling in.
the screams are heard in the distance
as the first drop starts to fall.

The beating of the heart increases,
as shock starts to take hold.
how could such a thing happen
to an angel pure as gold.

The whispers of the wind bring about the start
the screams only add to the twisted art.
the skies erupt into chaos
as the cloud keeps the sweet light at bay.

As the news travels to my shattered heart
the strings holding it together start to break apart
the angel that inspired us all
tried to end it all.

The skies erupt into chaos
as the clouds get ready to give it all
the first drop starts to fall
and the screams are heard in the distance
as drops of blood destroy us all.