I was considering whether or not to post this....but, anyways..

Blood
Runnin' through
my flesh, drippin'
on my skin, so
very deep that it
must mean something.
Red as the rose,
lonely as the desert,
bitter-tasting as
being Alone,
this fate called Blood.
The very words
tingling my spine.
Oh seems so afraid,
so lonely, so shy,
such a different color.
Blood.
Unquenching,
dry's the throat,
staining my skin,
till I'm all as
red as it.
Its the Fear you've
know for so long.
Its the taste you hated,
the color you despised,
now you're starting to
realize; was I wrong?
Its just Blood.

Very interesting. It's well written. Nice work.

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Thanks. lol..I thought it wasnt my best...but I suppose minds differ, eh?