Blood and Gore
The first scarlet drops flowed like ghastly flowers blooming in the night
Choking on his own blood, he staggered back in disbelief
A crimson rain burst from his chest
Her blood was a scarlet river flowing on waves of pain
Pulsing arteries pumped their last
The shotgunned ceiling wept red tears
The leaking fluids went drip-drip-drip
The life force gushed out of him
Her hand came away from her face sticky and red with the juices of life
Crimson bubbles burst past gore-caked lips
An awful cry sprang from his throat as the gore gushed out
He gargled on gore, spitting bloody froth and phlegm
The blood flowed, the children screamed, and the horror began
She was wet with gore, glistening in the moonlight
He was crowned in crimson
He bled out, the stink of copper his only companion
Blood flowered from her wound in crimson petals
The trail of gore led to a red room washed in death
She pressed even tighter against the wound, trying to staunch the sticky red flow
Blood was the lubrication of life, but also death, and he gloried in it
He gloried in gore, making handprints and scribbling insane messages
The fluids spilled out of her so fast she nearly slipped on her blood
As the last drops of life left him, he thought of her and smiled
Wet-hot drops of crimson splattered the upturned faces of the crowd
Greasy with gore, the killer slipped and slid in the blood and excrement
The taste of copper was in his mouth now
His face was a death mask, dripping red with blood, hot with hate
In her bloody smile was the acceptance of death
Liquid rubies rained from the wound like ghastly treasure
Blood covered her naked body in a crimson dress
Shrouded in gore, a red mist danced before his eyes
The ragged wound wept tears of blood
Rivulets of blood ran down his screaming face
Blood burst in foaming bubbles from his mouth
Hot, bubbling gore showered the crowd
A red rain drifted down
Her blood was all over him
The blood of the innocent bathed him, washing his sins
A shroud of crimson gore wrapped her in death
Drooling blood, he staggered back in disbelief
Bleeding out, he took two steps to his right and fell down the stairs
A fountain of fatal red pulsed from the wound
The lethal wound spurted crimson death
The hole was a fast-flowing sea of fatal red
A pillar of gushing life shot up from the wound, painting the ceiling
Hot, gushing horror swam across the floor, red and relentless
Blood spilled from the wound
Bloody spittle drooled from his foaming mouth in scarlet threads
Blood geysered from the ragged wound
Blood blew from him in a sticky fountain
Crimson fire burned out of the wound in hot, gushing spurts
Gore-caked fingers probed red, crusting lips
Blood caked and congealed into crusty scabs across his skin
The blood showered off her broken body like scarlet rain
He was sick, sticky with his own blood, and vomiting
His guilt and her gore wrapped him like a shroud
Gore-crusted lips muttered feeble prayers to an uncaring god
An incredible quantity of blood poured from the hole in her breast
His white shirt was crimson by the time I got to him
Blood welled up and began to flow
He had lost a lot of blood and was losing more
He felt faint from loss of blood, but struggled on
The carnage was complete