Blood

Dagger and tools of men

Angered with gold in the mind

Cut, stabbed, and cut till

Their anger satisfied by 

Pedals of roses raining from the body

Lading red paint that stained the sandy ground

All 

Sound of murder, murmurs

Killed the dead silent of the crowd’s shock...[Unfinished]

Fear...

He sprints into her memory

With oversized, old man shoes

Breathing dark clouds of mushroom from a shelled casing

Bathing in sweat turned black from ashes

Flashes of them fighting, her crying

Taking it back, if she can just take it back 

Everything with them that turned bad...[Unfinished]