Blood - Poem by Jacob Biehl
Blood, blood, blood, blood,
too numb to feel the cold,
life is worth less than gold,
I'm unsure that I'm not dead,
unless I'm bleeding red.
Dribble, dribble, Drip, drip,
I'll drag you to the crypt,
death that you will & can not gyp.
You search for beauty on the skin,
and will never seek it from within.
Coursing, Running, Streaming, Screaming,
Ruby river, gleaming with light,
Ignorance will be your blight.
Rich with ambition, spicy with sin,
Your blood I drank, and now we're kin.
Drip, Splash, Corpse, Cold...
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