I don't understand why, but the past few nights I have woken up with poems in my head. Here's the last one.

The blood flows through the country,
The blood flows through the sea,
The blood flows through their houses,
And stains so all can see.

The darkness shines through moonlight,
The darkness tries not to please,
The thoughts and dreams of dead men,
Begging on their knees.

The darkness shines on the killer,
The darkness holds the girls,
The light just feeds the darkness,
The light feeds all but me.