Blood Poem by Zinger Wingz

A ​jab to the heart is a jab to your brains
Like a hot knife piercing and popping veins
The nothingness and nowhereness circles in the blood that has lost its past form.
The blood shed that has become the oblivious norm.
The blood shed for a lost seed never again to be born.
The blood shed of a soul now priced at a penny.
The blood shed to save you that you exchanged for the ‘henny'.
The blood shed for the ones we adore.
The blood shed that you can't even see anymore
Because there's blood in your eyes and all you see is Red.
Red showers of aggravation and the greed that was bred.
The produce of your labour is blood stained.
A life where blood shed is blood gained.
All this blood shed but still we fail to realize
That the fear of death is equivalent to the fear of being alive. Floating in a river of blood with no destination just an adventure
Since we're moving forward into the past of the future
As we approach the early stages of purgatory
Till some day we fall on weak knees to ask the Lord to set us free.





By: ZingerWingz (2018)