Blood

The cuts become bigger as the river os red runs down your arm.

It beads up as your tears fall but continues on strong as ever.

The color of Roses but this rose has one purpose.

The faint is among us as the river grows wider and starts its journey flowing faster than ever.

The fear stricken in her eyes.

The blood trickles like rain on a roof.

Without it we're dead, but must it be so beautiful?

We bow, We break, We fall, We fade.

All under the influence of this lack of liquid death

Blood.