Tears of Blood in the Midnight Rain

I stood, stranded in the rain, with my pelt drenched from the merciless downpour. My legwarmer dropped with the weight of the rain from overhead, a dripping lump of fabric on my paw now. Cool rain rinsed blood from my various wounds, leaving my bandages sodden and bangs dripping. The emo life wasn't an easy one. I felt my halo rotting once more, dripping shadows into my side-bangs. With soaked wings, flight was out of the question. I winced to see the puddles of blood forming at my paws, reddened rain from my wounds. The piercing moon shone down on me, illuminating the glittering blood. I considered the rain the tears of my soul, turning to blood as they fell. Tears of blood...tears of blood in the midnight rain.

The gore really isn't all that bad at all, I just figured I'd put on a warning for those who are sensitive to it.

Keep in mind this 'emo Sky' thing is a joke. Don't take it seriously or I'll eat you.