Part seventeen of my 100 Themes Challenge is Blood!

"Mother! Oh god, mother! Blood! Blood!"
x'D I'm sorry!
Couldn't help it :)

This is just a simple poem~

Like paint left to dry,
Thieves from the skin of any subject
The heart of a tree spilling over the forest
Each season
The blood splashing over the emerald extremities
To fall
And smash
Leaving behind the scars
Before the pale porcelain skin returns
To blanket them
To comfort them
In the bandages
That the wounds still bleed through