A strange look into the mind of Kylock.

Unclean

White powder.
Soft, almost transparent.
Like snow.
Snow that is pure and clean.
Falling gently to the ground.
Pristine white.
Until it is covered in blood.

Human blood.
Vibrant red,
Greedy for more of its kind.
Tainted red blood.
Curses running through my veins,
My veins, blue on my skin.
Blue like the sky.

The sky.
Covering man,
Seeking to hide them from themselves,
From God.
And yet darkening to nothing,
Revealing tiny pricks of light, the eyes of God
Peering out from blackness.

Black sky.
Falling, falling down towards me.
Dragging the sins of man with it.
And instead of redemption,
I am brought down,
With the sins of all encircling me,
Into the bonds of death.