The Taste Of Blood Poem by Brandon Brooks

The Taste Of Blood

Rating: 5.0


Chiseling at the human skin
just to find the pain again
nothing but the blood is there
drying in the empty air
the smell so sweet
with a metalic taste
it makes my heart run
like a bullet from a gun
the taste remains
and so do i
but the blood does not
it disappears like rain in a draught

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