Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Chapter 1.
"Blood"
What is crimson, flows down my wrist, and makes me think, 'Why can't I ever find bliss...'
What is red, only visible to me at night, and makes me think, 'Will I ever find my last light...'
What tastes like salt and copper, inside all our bodies, and makes me think, 'Why won't they let me be...'
What is red, sticky and makes me thinks, 'Why are guys so picky...'
What is crimson, flows along my wrist, and makes me think, 'With them, will I ever belong...'
What makes me smile, thinking I'm close to dying?...
Blood....