Crimson Raindrops fall <br />from a Black Sky of regret. <br />Crimson Tears rain down the <br />Twisted, Contorted Face of <br />Every Child's Nightmare. <br />Crimson Droplets soak into <br />an already saturated ground <br />while the Shallow Cuts of the <br />plow grow Deeper <br />at the hands of a <br />Vengeful Demon. <br />Crimson Fire rains from his <br />Pointed Teeth <br />as He Beckons the <br />Crimson-Clad Minions nearer, whispering <br />Words Of Torment <br />into their Pointed Crimson Ears. <br />a Crimson Fever <br />drips from a crimson forehead, <br />as Crimson Droplets Spatter a <br />snow-white gown. <br />Crimson Dreams O'erpower, <br />Erasing All pure, chaste Thought, <br />leaving only <br />Drops Of Crimson On The Pillowcase.<br /><br />Elizabeth Sheaffer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drops-of-crimson-on-the-pillowcase/
