A/N: I guess I'll do this one next. I don't know why, but this onne feels differnt. I think it's just cause theres more conversation then description. Hope you likey
Akky-Chan: Well Akky, here's your idea. Really hope you like!
Timcanpy: Thanks for the encouragement! I'll try to get one of your done tomorrow. Right now, i'm just beat!
Blood of a Mad Man
I cannot control this flow,
This flow of uneasiness
That seeps through my arm,
A weapon
And my eye.
A curse
I have seen others bleed.
And you have seen yourself bleed
But no blood is like mine.
So lifeless but full of life
My blood is dark and black,
Appearing red only to them
Nothing like the ribbon I wear.
Around that elegant neck
My blood is so much more than that,
So much more then blood
For only when I bleed does it show.
What shows?
Only I can see it but it show's
What?
Shows the curse,
That you bleed from
The curse of unknown heritage.
That torments you
My pale skin replenishes.
Now rosy from the blood
No,
Hush
No no no!
Be silent boy!
This blood cannot be mine!
Hush please!
This is not mine!
It is…
I swing my arm,
In saddened insanity
Wiping the blood off it.
Your blood
It's black and oozes.
It does not flow
This is not the blood of a human,
Human blood flows
Whose blood is it?
Your blood
Whose blood is black, oozy and,
Please!
And so inhuman!
Please just accept it!
My blood.
I'm sorry
It's my blood
I'm so sorry
I lay down on my cold floor.
Blood pouring from today's battle
Tears streaming my face,
As you try to escape
And then I fall asleep,
As it runs through your veins
Surrounding my cursed self,
In the blackened blood of today