# Bloodstains

Author: zetasyanthis
Tags: Anger, Poem

#17 of Poems

Wrote this around the same time as "Yours". I was pretty damned angry at the time.

The rage within that I now feel  
compels me now to write,  
to share a vision, bloody red,  
of your last desperate night.  
  
The rage within that rises strong  
that rips throughout my heart,  
it sings the song of pain and weight  
and rips my mind apart.  
  
The anger, despair, knife's edge deep  
lodged deep within my heart  
compels me now to put pen to  
this most accursed art.  
  
For I now write to share my pain  
to spread my hate and rage  
to shatter walls and countries vast  
with bloody, ruined page.  
  
And so I say, to you who chose  
to you who chose this path  
to you who hatred chose and mocked  
you will now feel my wrath.  
  
And when these words are done at last  
you will not then survive  
the blasted hulk of your rent bones  
will shatter, and divide.  
  
For now I summon wrath and hate  
to make my message clear;  
I summon futures now destroyed  
and children, raised in fear.  
  
I summon furies of the storm  
and monsters dwelling deep  
and now I sick them all on you  
to haunt your broken sleep.  
  
I summon demons, horned and black  
to scar your heart as mine  
until you shake and scream and cry  
and drown yourself in brine.  
  

  I summon children who you've killed,  
or who you've forced to live  
abandoned, bereft, starving husks  
who nothing would you give.  
  
I summon your own futures now  
and those of your own sons  
of darkened dreams and lost last hopes  
that you've at last undone.  
  
I summon those who you have pushed  
beyond their mortal coil  
those who you chose to hurt yet more  
and in whose name I toil.  
  
You have no future, shining fast,  
atop this slope of blood,  
for nothing you have built will last  
I summon now the flood.  
  
The fear you feel, the rage you hate  
that pierces deep inside  
I look straight, deep into your eyes  
and now the flames arise.  
  
In front of you the flames reveal  
the destruction of lives,  
the children, listless, learned not,  
your symphony of lies.  
  
I sear your eyes with those you've killed,  
with what you have have now wrought,  
the hearts you've torn and ripped with glee  
and those you've left to rot.  
  
I compel you to hold my gaze,  
the fire in my eyes  
a window into deepest pain  
reflected in your skies.  
  
I slaughter you with your own mind;  
it terror's truest form,  
a demon, dark and glistening  
a screaming, tearing swarm.  
  

  A future, black, I show you now  
with torn and blackened skies  
with storms unending and at last  
your own children's death cries.  
  
And when you see what future holds  
what hearts you have destroyed  
and when you see your blood so cold  
your soul will be devoid.  
  
I show you their hearts full of pain  
at what you have now done  
and I commend you now to death.  
Begone, you foul one.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/YnLPox3n
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