Almost black, this blood,
Out of my veins,
Like a souse on my heart,
Like a drizzle on the table.
They say it is a witchcraft,
They say it is a dark magic,
But I don’t care, yes, I care not!
Because their lips will be silenced forever…
This life on the table,
Still beating, don’t ask how,
This heart is poisoned,
But all poison can be a cure.
Laugh while you can,
My pain now becoming real,
Now my pain has power,
Now my pain will be released.
Almost black, this blood,
Out of my veins,
Like a souse on my heart,
Like a drizzle over your cold skin…
November 13, 2017 at 11:12 am
I enjoyed your black blood poem! I, too, have darkness inside.
November 13, 2017 at 11:15 am
I’m happy to hear that you liked it 🙂
we all have some darkness inside, because without darkness, there is no light!