Nightblood Poem by Jeremy Willson

I want to be rooted inside your head
When you hear my name
Do you remember my words, the meaning behind what I said?
Like I remember the wind blowing through your hair
The same wind that carrys blades like rain
Piercing my skin pouring out the reasons I don't care
I tend to not give a damn when I'm angry
Everything is bloodshot like my eyes
Veins spread out across my body
Spewing black, hatred laced with the thoughts of night
Morning comes and the pain dies
The memories subside as I'm hit with the sun's searing light