The blood dript
Down the wall,
A pretty
Sight of gore.
I sat and watched
And that was all
I did.
Some hours
Passed away,
While from the night
Fled the day,
Yet still,
The blood dript
Down the wall,
A pretty
Sight of gore.
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The blood dript
Down the wall,
A pretty
Sight of gore.
The grey moonlight sneaked in
Through the cracks
And falling down on me
Stopped, horrified, in its tracks.
For, kneeling on the floor,
I had pressed my cheek
Against the tainted wall,
As the blood flowed
Even more
And still dript
Down the wall,
A pretty
Sight of gore.
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The midnight struck
In haunted tones
Upon the clock
Sent shiver through my bones,
For,
Turning cold,
The blood dript
Down the wall,
A pretty
Sight of gore.
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2007-06-17
06:36:26
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11 answers
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septembre
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➔ Poetry
Freeman, I am not vomiting blood on the wall. The blood represents hatred, revenge, and evil while I am the spectator who is in some way connected to the blood dripping, flowing down the wall. I wrote this last night when I was in a bitter, angry mood. Whenever I feel that way I throw it into art. There's always a trigger.
2007-06-17
07:23:30 ·
update #1
Oh...and I see that a few of you were confused by its being disconnected. The poem takes place in the evening which then advances into the night ("From the night Fled the day"). The night moves on into midnight ("The midnight struck.").
2007-06-17
07:26:49 ·
update #2