Two shots fired. Pop, pop Everything slows.
I can feel my heartbeat throughout my entire body, everywhere, right down to my toes.

Tell me, have you seen a bullet penetrate the skin? Rip through flesh?
I hope for your sake that your answer is no. One push and one release. Crimson liquid. Flowing fast So bright, so fresh.

Smell the iron. Its scent: rich and thick.
How would I describe it consistency? Slick.

(C) 2015
Whose blood is it, anyway?
Deyalyn Batista
Deyalyn Batista
May 20, 2014      May 20, 2014

My hands are red and sticky from trying too hard,
I can feel them losing grip around your wrists.
Whose blood is it, anyway?
Dripping on the concrete,
Swirling down the drain,
Staining our soles.
Is it mine or is it yours?

#love   #blood  
Blood is made for promising:
Myfanwy Warlow
Myfanwy Warlow
May 7, 2014

Blood is made for promising:
I will keep my blood
I will love my family
And I will love my blood.
I have but lonely pints of blood
And pints of lovely life.
one glass incardenine
To sip for all time,
And make it last all night.
I will not fill my blood with wine
Or rage or boiling spite.
For when I am done
the blood shall run
And love shall step aside.

#love   #death   #blood   #family  
Letting them feed on the drops of blood pouring down my arm
Ariel Taverner
Ariel Taverner
May 6, 2014

I have cages below me
I float above them
My antigravitational force being my belief that I am superior
U take my blade and look at the captives in my cages
It seems to be close to feeding time
They are
Throwing themselves agaisnt my cages
So I take out my blade
Letting them feed on the drops of blood pouring down my arm
They are sated

Lityle so they know


Josiah Wilson
Josiah Wilson
Jul 30, 2013

Rushing through my veins
Pumping to my heart
Driving me insane

Giving me this life
Giving me my breath
Filling me with strife

Why am I still standing?
What do I have here?
Why am I so different?
I am only a mere
Filled with blood
Filled with flesh
And all these bones

Flooding my insides
Filling up my lungs
There's nowhere I can hide

From this...

#dark   #insanity   #blood   #human  
More blood drawn for no apparent reason.
Lovesick fool
Lovesick fool
Nov 8, 2014      Nov 9, 2014

More blood drawn for no apparent reason.
Things may be okay, but I am not.
My body will be my canvas, that nobody will see.
My scars will be a masterpiece, but only in my dreams.
I want the pain.
Or is it pleasure?
Since I get so much joy from the crimson blood forming on my thigh.
I am a masochist.
I want it, I need it.

It's a bad night.
Ariel Taverner
Ariel Taverner
May 6, 2014

I love?
Your          POSION
dear one
It numbs mine?!

My own blood trickling down my arm
Mar 26, 2014

There is nothing more comforting than warmth
Rays of sun painting my cheeks red
Blistering campfires that tickle my toes
My own blood trickling down my arm
As I looked into the bathroom mirror I felt nothing but
Toxic words that had been spat at me disappeared down the sink
A blurry fist fight faded to memory
My black eye and bleeding nose ceased to pain me
All I felt was the red blanket coating my arm
It doesn't hurt
I feel nothing
Silver pens write terrible tragedies in red ink
But they also write happier endings for troubled minds
I am my own demise
My destruction
There is no conductor and my train is off the rails
Spinning, racing out of control
And stopping at a red light
Red lights that pool into one in my palm
Translucent, reflecting the light above me
I see red
I feel warm
I taste fate
She can't hurt me as long as I am warm

I will leave this world with no blood on my hands but my own.

it would poison my blood
Ariel Taverner
Ariel Taverner
May 6, 2014

All those nasty names
really hit me hard
took me by the hair
And beat me blue and black
who would have known
that in the end
it would poison my blood

To be read in a rythym
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