Blood
It flows down my face
And onto my clothes
Blood
It has a tangy flavour
That is tainted and pure
All at the same time
Blood
It is jagged and silky
Thick but thin
Blood
It is so strange
How it can be one thing
And the opposite at the same time
Blood
It stains your outfit
And leaves a mark
Blood
No matter how many times you wash it
It will stay
And leave a memory of it's self
Blood
It can be pretty
The red sparkling in the sunlight
Blood
And it can be dreadful
It's red self takes you back
To days of terrible things
Blood
It is reminds you of death
Of fear and hate
Blood
It is my friend and enemy
Follower of my skin
Without it I will die
Blood
With it I will live
And survive
Blood
I love it and hate it
In a strange sort of way
That is hard to explain
Blood