Brick Red

I'll take my final breath,
Then I shall wish for death,
She told me about eldreth.

Everyday I would hide,
Subside to my bed,
That is were I cried.

Black archangel,
She rang the bell,
Called forth all of hell.

Pretending I was dead,
While I sat and bled,
To become what I dread.

Brick red,
Instead,
Axe in head.

Ian Robert Potapoff