Literature
blood
this blood, i see that it runs. i cant stop it nor do i want it. it bothers me to the extent that i have this evil inside me. i let it run, it runs away from me. why am i this so cursed being that is all blood and no life? this i ask myself. i sit i stare, i am no longer aware, of this world around me, this cursed world that hates me. bleeds me, feeds me, and even fights me. i am done, gone, leaving this planet for i am not of this world. i am blood. fear all that i turn myself into for i will have with me this blood, this hate, this way i ate, your face. you all bow, bow tho me for i am your destruction for i have this blood that drips down,