Haemato

The Smell,
Makes my nose tingle,
And my throat dry.
My eyes water,
And me want to cry.
The taste is beautiful,
Heavenly and strong.
Metallic, bold and delicious.
The texture is thick, slick and cold.
It’s cruelness,
It’s deepness.
It’s darkness.
Its hold,
On my life.
It’s what ties me here,
What keeps me alive,
And keeps me living in fear.

Author's Note

meh this isn't one of my favorites , whatever.