Song of sadness

These creatures lure mine eye's in, beg me to recognize the soulless red they glow. Razor sharp fangs with a dreadful venom, haunting these nightmare thou hast given me.

You bite me, pain through all of my veins. Rebuke monster, is the agony you strike me not enough? A thrill is it?
No matter words never perforate the depths of you, for you are unable to hear. But alas the voice you have given my head, a true craze-driven madness. Thank you monster, thank you!

A colorless red drip, drip, drips from me. My! O my, a new coat of pain upon the floor. It reads nicely in a tarnished book, with evergreen forests in the back drop.
A moonless night, only a small bit of light accommodates me. Blindly I see but nothing at all.
If the sea arises into a great flood and takes me, mourning shall there be? Questions only questions, answers for which I may never have.

Caress my heart wont you? Hold it in your hands, sometimes maybe it longs for a home. Angry voices make it roam, it strolls through fields and sets upon hills. But relentlessly it becomes victimized by the angry monster, lurking inside.