Dark world

Streaks of blood paint the sky,
The sun is leaving and preparing to die,
The clouds have formed and sprayed pink,
Tears are streams of darkness's ink,

A heart is severed and impaled by a pole,
Night hits us and the skys dark as coal,
The stars a crystals fragile and about to break,
Nothing is real but nothing is fake,

A death is summoned by the black,
This is now our world so no one turns back,
No identity to survive,
No will to stay alive,

The moon is full and evil comes to hunt,
Their blades are sharp no longer blunt,
Most run Most hide,
Those smothered by shadow want to see inside,

The sun breaks the surface over the hills,
But it's too late there are blood spills,
The evil has given us a place to rest,
We live there now we are no guest,

They now feed on our flesh with blood on their lips,
It stains their hearts as it drips,
A tear replaces an eye,
A small girl was left who did not die,

Now scared in this world all alone,
Fear has taken over her and is hard to the bone,
She walks away and holds her mangled mother's hand,
And knows she would want her to survive in this land . . .