Metaphorical Murder: The Victim

Crimson trails flowing down
Red drop tears upon the ground
Gasping hopes finally drown
Lifelines end without a sound

Life’s breathless bliss becomes death’s own
Breathless isolation in which they lie
Burnt out suns reminders of what once shone
Reminders of what was before they die

Dark tranquility as death becomes
Abandonment at the inevitable end
Heart beats fuse with beats of drums
Drumheads wear thin at every bend

Most extreme of punishment
Punishment received without crime
Spare time all too soon spent
Existence’s clock quickly loses time

Can’t keep climbing once end is reached
Drum head breaks on through
Normalcy ends as life is breached
End has come without further adieu

**tried something new, might not make any sense to anyone but if it does kudos to you. if you like it then read part 2, The Killer**