Art , my bleeding heart

A poem about the blood inside of literature, and the bloodless nature of a program.

I see myself in everything I write
My love
My hurt
My disregard
It isn't so simple to read a piece of work
The blood of its author
Is painted on paper pages
Death holds no place in those immortal phrases
The author lives in these words
Lives in those worlds
I trace them in the characters inside
You cannot fake this
A program cannot create this
Blood is DNA
It is water and cells and iron
A million wars have been fought in the body of you
A million wars have brought out these words
It isn't a question
There is blood on these pages
Poured out just for you
For me
For them
Every letter has been typed
Every word has been written
Sentences weaved, paragraphs and chapters to make up a story
But these are not numbers
A story is not just comprehensive letters and words
A story has blood
A story has promise
A story has life
A story has gone through a million battles to find you
To find me
To find that bleeding author,
Life is born
A story is born
A program is numbers and code
There is no blood
In A.I.

Author's Note

Does this flow well? I don't know how to get my idea across better.