A dark crimson sky bleeds tonight
The street's an empty battlefield
Fresh blood splattered sidewalks
It's a fight with no sword or shield.
Until death the battle continues
And an urge to succumb too soon
To lie down in a gruesome bloodbath
And await great torturous doom.
While bones were never broken
Skin was burned, bruised and split
A shameful walk into the night
Was better than to dwell and sit.
Wandering endlessly far away
Entering other dangerous grounds
Not knowing that evil gets darker
Until another battle was found.
More blood was shed come daylight
All possible healing time ruined
The bloody battle still continues
With salt rubbed in every wound.