Blood

Giver of Life, Symbol of Death

Blood

What runs in your veins, hot in the rage of your beating heart.

Always a fighter you are, your blood boils forever.

And yet you are afraid of such trivial matters.

Afraid that one day you may bleed out and die in the gutters.

Forgotten and alone.

When you fight back, your sight turns red as your blood runs fast.

faster than you can lose it.

You always seem to think that blood is important.

How so?

Because it gives us life?
So does water.

And yet you say blood is thicker than water,

when I can clearly see it gushing out from the wounds smoother than a waterfall.

You clearly have not given up,

you crawl, hanging on for dear life.

You watch your hands as they turn red.

What has given you so much life, has now turned itself against you.

It leaves you, and you pale as you watch it flow.

You now understand?

Blood runs through your vein, but knives run through your soul.

And with your dying breath, as you watch the life escape you,

I pray that you may find blood in another place.

For where there is blood, there is life.

Oh, and the sight of it makes me feel so alive.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Dogbomb3]

I like the picture you used and some of the thoughts are really interesting.

Really liked these lines.

Always a fighter you are, your blood boils forever.
What has given you so much life, has now turned itself against you

Maybe think about stanzas to break up the rhythm a bit.

[Matthew Soliguen]

Hey Thanks for the review. Poems have never been my strong suit, but I am improving on my writing. This really helps. Thank you.