I can't get these images

Out of my head

The sight of blood

And gore from the dead

Visions of death

Visions of pain

Blurred away

By crimson rain

The sight of death

Consumes my mind

The how and when

People die

The screams echo through

My brain, through my core

Then I watch as the souls then sore

When the screaming subsides

I see the sight

Of a dark and bloody night

The visions won't stop

The screaming never truly ends

But all is blurred away

By the dark crimson rain