Blood Stained Face

by Daphne Darling   Apr 19, 2004


These tears running from my eyes, red as blood, streak my cheeks,
Falling down my face, the blood staining my face red, tears of blood,
Running scarlet trails upon my pearly white face, turning it red,
This dagger in my hand slipping through my fingers, blood red,
You’re lying at my feet now, your blood flowing like river into the sea,
I warned you, but now you have seen the consequence of ignoring what I say,
Unlike the phoenix you do not rise from the ashes, you fall to your doom,
Again and again your blood dripping from my face, staining my cloths red,
I am a vampire in the guise of a human, they could never tell who I was,

I’m looking around these bloody tears falling down my face and to the floor,
Shall I end my own life? As I ended yours? With a blood stained dagger?
Shall I end the lives of all those I loved? All those who I cared so for?
All that I care for now is ending it all for them, giving them peace of mind,
Blood falling from my face, blood pooling at me feet, blood all around me,
I look around my hunger growing, I look for what I crave, give it to me,
Death is around the corner for those that can not see me for what I am,
My cloths red now with your blood, covering my face and my hands,
My lust for blood is not stopped yet; can you stop me now that I have found it?

Running along this path, life is that, all is a path to be taken for me now,
Share my desire and you can live the life of a king for all eternally,
Strike fear into the hearts of those around you, fearful beings,
Running along on the planes of the immortals and mortals alike,
This havoc we provoke will trail in our wake, following us as we go,
Our pain do we share with all the mortal souls we met, this pain is real for them,
This pain keeps me living, take it away and you take from me my life,
Go ahead take away from me my life, I do not care for it any more, I wish it gone,
Death will take me further than life can, staining my face in blood for the last,

This blood stained face looking towards heaven, watching to see if this god is real,
These tears running down my face as I wait for judgment on what I have done in life,
Your blood, my own blood, the blood of my friends and family, the blood of strangers,
All mingled, all running their own paths down my upturned face, tears mingled with blood,
Watch me now in my greatest hour, do I look a wreck? Do I look the part of the sinful?
Do I disdain you? Do you look down upon me and judge me at this hour?
Judge me now, I am the different one, the shadow among the light, a person of darkness,
The one to show you that you are wrong in what you think, the one you will become,
Watch me now the blood dripping from my face, yours will be added to it in time,

This dagger slips from my grasp, has the blood been spilt enough now, do you understand?
Can I stop now and live as you do? Can I be free of the blood that stains my face?
Can I wash away the red? Can I be free from it yet? This colour is hunting me,
I did not whish to have this blood stain my face so, I never wanted this to happen,
You set it open and upon this poor world, you unleashed a power deep within,
Blood will stay on my face for the rest of eternity now, staining it crimson.
Crimson blood along the walls, pooling on the floor at my feet, running down me,
I’m happy for the blood that hunts me now, the blood of free people,
I am free now of life, it is no longer my curse, but my past, I don’t have to return,
Goodbye bloodstained face, I no longer have to live with you hunting me.

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