What Once Was Blood Poem by Korinn Theriault

Oh dear God!
What has he done?
Shaky hands, trembling knees,
What once was red is now black.
Torn clothes, memories of
Who he used to be.
Oh dear father,
Was he never worthy?
Bloody wrists, throbbing heart.
What once was blood,
Red fluid all over the floor,
Has brought the sweet kiss of black,
The smell of death lingers from it's kiss.
Forsaken by friends,
Rebuked by you,
The poor angel was not sent
Back to Heaven