Through Eyes
of Blood
My
eyes are the color of blood.
Blood
that I have spilled.
My
hands are stained with the deadly red.
Just
like my eyes.
With
every kill that I make,
My
eyes become redder.
Although
they are angels,
Although
they kill,
I
feel that I am dripping in their blood.
My
eyes have seen battle.
My
soul has felt death,
My
heart has been stabbed,
With
eyes of blood.
