The Devil's Day

I remember the terror on her face, That was overflowing with streams. I remember the emptiness in the heart, Whose beats were silent as father’s grave. I remember the monster of red, That leaked for eternity. I remember no feelings of pain, When the poison was made. I remember staring at them, With gazes of the undead. I remember the looks of anger, Reflecting their disappointment. I remember the inquiries for reasons, That hid in the mind. I remember sleeping for hours, Waiting for answers to rhyme. I remember meeting my selves, Who were lost in their wounds. I remember what should’ve never happened, But longs for forgiveness and salvation.