Crimson Patterns

Darkness captures my soul
It embraces me
As I walk this path I do not want to tread anymore
It was pure pandemonium
Her shrieks pierced the night
This misery that is me
Caused by the years of pain
She had bestowed upon me
There is no taking back
The starlit sky giving way to the details
Her crimson face
To end my suffering
And to give to her forevermore
She lay there frantic before
The satisfaction of the struggle
The pleasure to see my work on her face
It was time for her to touch my soul
To gather an ounce of my pain
This brief moment not nearly sufficient enough
She lay in crimson pools
Memories were all that would persist
My insanity at its peak
My patience had endowed until this moment
I would recall my excitement
Watching her struggle to get free
Her hands lay amongst the grass
Pulled up
As she tried to pull away
She could not escape
She met her final breath
The crimson patterns like artwork
Delicately sprayed here and there
It was time for me to leave
But I looked back once more
For I would never come to see it again
But may it be a moment that I could enjoy
Midst all the tormented ones that plague me now
My work was done
I had done what I came for.