The Bloody Child

I was drained and battered,

Poor soul torn and shattered

As I stepped back to look

At the acidic world in front.

I gasped in awe,

At the beautifully coloured face

That sat staring back at me;

Showing me in the heart,

That colours can decieve the eye.

This time,the tramp that followed my mind

Looked into the swollen face,

And saw what he did not see before-

A child, stark and naked,

Drenched in wineline blood,

A never fading smile, that pressed

To kiss the jagged blade of a silver sword.

I stared in disbelief,

As the child without hesitation,

Plunged the sword within her heart,

Ripped it apart

And ate of it.

I screamed, ice-cold horror,

As i gripped myhead

And dropped to my knees.

I asked the child "Why?"

She grinned seductively,

And said drily,

"Because it is bitter, bitter my friend

And because it is my heart."

She then spat the colour blue,

And suddenly the rest was made blue.

Her eyes shedding blood tears,

Dropped to the ground in a mess of green.

I looked on aghast at what my world had become,

I thought cynically,

How could the face not decieve me?

The colours are too beautiful to resist.

So I look into the face,

And say in words that don't exist,

That i see the devil

Smiling up at me.