Arms of Crimson Stains

These walls... They crush against me a little more each day. All I can hear is the sounds of cracks running down my very spine. I feel trapped. I am trapped. I always will be trapped. Or will I? Each day that passes in the eternal darkness that is my hell grows a little more empty, yet I hear something. Dirt feels every nook and cranny of my body, and yet I hear the sounds of movement making it's way to me. Each day the sounds of wind can be heard echoing around inside of my head, each day I tell myself; I've waited long enough, yet I must wait longer still. My anger grows. Why must I put up with this torturous existence? It is when I'm about to curse everything that has ever existed that I hear the final crack... Wind gusts in my face... Air so stale that I almost wish dirt filled my mouth once more.

And there you are. You're a sickly looking man, eyes covered by glasses to conceal the look of greed upon your face. Yes, you see me, and yes you know what I am... Yet you do not know what I 'truly' am capable of. Slowly, you dig my body from it's eternal grave, my anger seeping into your world with each passing moment. You're so caught up with what you've stumbled across that you fail to notice the cracks that line my scythe like bones. The crimson stain that has long tarnished them fading into the broken body that was once full of primal fury.

You're doomed to fall to your own ignorance. Each day you've gazed me over so many times, my skeleton staring into your lusting soul. You seem to ignore the things that happen every night. You were the one who ignored your brother crying in the middle of the night when he heard the sounds of scratching at his door. You were the one who ignored the fact that grass has never grown properly sense you've brought me into your home. Finally, you were the one who never seemed to care when your family was killed... You just buried their bodies deep within the same prison you found me within... The dirt to seal their mutilated bodies within that hellish place.

Did you not care that the crimson stains upon my arms became brighter as each one died? Your brother was the only smart one. He hid outside where I can't go... Muttering about the insanity's of his older sibling.

And you found another one... Another fossil of a life trapped in limbo. And you hold onto it. It's soul long dead unlike my own. You go insane for it, yet I laugh at you while you sleep, for you've let your entire life slip by because you only cared for something you couldn't do a thing with.

I only let you live because I found humor in your self-destructive way.

Yet it all changed when you started to hide in that tunnel. You brought me with you, I would just stare at you all day, my empty black sockets gleaming forward. It seemed like this tunnel would claim yet another soul, until that trainer arrived. You tried to assault him, but he struck you down... And now you're babbling, trying to plea for your life... How do you do it? You offer me or the soulless rock for mercy in return.

I'm sick of you. I'm sick of this tunnel.

Perhaps, I'll haunt this one too... He loves the sleek design of my body, yet once again fails to notice the crimson splashes of stains upon it. I guess you humans never learn. He takes me in... Carries me like a greedy beggar. Apparently he wishes to revive my dead body... That only makes me giddy.

Soon... So soon will I find pleasure in taking the life of you and your brother once I can walk on my own... You remember the day you found me? I wonder if you ever wondered why the gods of our world decided to deem such a fate to me.

You'll learn soon enough.
These Blood Stained arms hunger...