Red Poem 1 ~contest entry~

This is my first entry to the Passion in the Dark contest.<br />
So this picture is to conceptually illustrate the poem I wrote below.<br />
-note, I most always write dark depressing poems. Why? Because I don't like happy poems much. That's it.<br />
I hope you like it!<br />
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Remnants of Blood ~skeletal dead dreams<br />
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Blood rain falling from darkened clouds<br />
Twisted trees unwind<br />
Dried up, ancient rose bushes<br />
Lift their sleepy masks of death<br />
Tearing away flews from bone<br />
Sensation under toughened skin<br />
-veins of plants<br />
flow in red.<br />
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Down on the rain-soaked street<br />
Throngs of people, thirsting at the gutters running with blood<br />
Fighting desperately for the unknown anticipation<br />
Snatching, grasping, almost killing<br />
all for something…<br />
What can it give, this life-blood from the air?<br />
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Can you feel it?<br />
I'm up in the sky.<br />
Stab my beating heart, slice with cutting edge<br />
What do I want? …this painful love to leave?<br />
Fly away on tattered wings…<br />
Yes?<br />
No?<br />
I don't know anymore.<br />
Who makes the final choice?<br />
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Feed the writhing masses with my blood<br />
Drain me dry<br />
Gnaw on the white, skeletal remains<br />
Teeth like thorns of roses<br />
bleed me dry.<br />
Feed the thirsty vampiric trees<br />
Eat my life.<br />
Tear me up; slice the last loving dream<br />
Drain my blood—no more pain<br />
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The rain falls clear<br />
Blood is all gone, though<br />
tears still remain.<br />
I'll never see the end<br />
Sweet pain that won't dissolve<br />
I've watered the roses with my blood-soaked tears<br />
My body is empty<br />
But my heart is still beating<br />
Pumping nothing into my hollow arteries<br />
Though I'm gone,<br />
I can't see the end of love.