Disclaimer: I own not and make no money off of this.

Warnings: Dark.

Notes: Introspective, just a mood piece. Search for a song by the same title for music that matches.

Blood Make Noise
by Fairady

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Blood always left a mark. Whether it be on a person or a place, it always left a stain.

Blood pools between fingers and sticks under nails. It soaks into hair and beads like sweat on skin. Water and soap will wash it off. A stiff brush and patience will get it out from under the nails. A hot shower with the right shampoo cleans the hair. It's easy to get blood off the body, but it's impossible to get the blood stains out of the soul.

Blood stays on the hands, thicker and warmer than any liquid should be. It made lifting cups heavier and shakier than it should be. Blood collected in a person's eyes slowly coloring everything in its dark color until a person went mad. Blood stains a person making even the most angelic and saintly seem dark and forbidding. It cannot be seen on a person once washed, but its effects are plain to see in their eyes.

Blood pools on floors and sprays across walls. It darkens rocks and soaks into the ground. It dilutes in the whorls of water and beads like dew on leaves. It gleams dully in the sun, and shines ethereally under the moon. Floors and walls can be scrubbed clean with strong cleaners and stronger Justus. Rocks can be burned clean and soil could be churned. Water is its own cleaner and leaves are easily cut off. The light of day is bright and hot making it easier to find and dispose of the dried flecks of blood. While the cool light of the moon shimmers off of what was hidden in the day.

Blood soaks into buildings giving them a life and presence not found in newer buildings. It gives life to the land pulling forth vivid life that can only come from the blood of the dead. Water runs dark and deep hiding its dangers and the victims that line the bottom of rivers. The bright sunlight makes it all look normal contrasting sharply with the knowledge that it isn't. The pale moon makes it all surreal casting shadows that look like memories.

Blood stains the world and haunts those who spill it.

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