Rain beat down on my heavy heart, soaking up every ounce of love and happiness, leaving me on my knees in pain and hate towards a loved one. Unable to take control, I feel the need to do something rash. Drums pound in my chest lullabies of sorrow and love loss play in my head, instruments of torture play the guitar in my song, and I as a whole am the amplifier. Crimson splatters on the walls remind me of my past. Demonic laughter echoes in my ears, a short, grim, smile smears across my face as I notice a silhouette getting closer to the dismembered, scarlet covered body.
July 29, 2009