Author's note: Well, it's better (read: fixed)since I can single space now (Yay!). Umm.... I think that's all I have to say. R&R please. Standard disclaimers apply.
Running,
running.
Always.
In the dead of night.
Drawing (my sword)
and tilting (its gleam)
and bringing (the sleep)
and swinging (hear swish)
and stirking (the victim)
and killing.
(I kill)
Making the rain bleed.
Day
by day.
Always.
It never changes.
Rushing (away)
and watching (for enemies)
and cutting (through)
and standing (amidst the dead)
and washing (the stains)
and wiping.
(The blood)
I make the rain bleed.
Skill...
I have.
Hope...?
No.
Only killing.
Only killing?
Making the rain bleed.
Touching (her face)
and drinking (sake)
and sharing (our moments)
and turning (around)
and freezing (from shock)
and releasing.
(My tears)
Sobbing,
sobbing.
Now.
I drown in my anguish.
Only killing.
(I kill)
I make the rain bleed.
I'm
moving (fast)
moving (away)
moving (on)
"I thought I almost dreamed the night was raining blood."