Blood on the red rusted blade,

Blood on the bed sheet
where we once laid,

Blood on the ornate
porcelain plate

Blood in my throat
along with the
black burning bile
coming back up
my esophagus
and out of my mouth
in slick drips
of ***** and spit,

Blood in my soul
drowning me in
crimson style,

Blood in the hot headlights
blazing in my wrecked retinas,

Blood in the ground
rooted in my hometown,
you will find the blood
everywhere
if you come around here,

Same sick stain
paints my pillow
and my satin sheets,
luckily for me
I bought a red pillow case
so that blood
just blends in,

Blood on my hands

Blood in your veins

Blood in my heart
beating out loudly
driving me insane

Thud, thud, thud,
more blood mixed in the mud.
It never ends.
My spirit rends
itself asunder.
I can even feel the blood
in the coming thunder

Blood, blood, blood, blood.