Poem Blood and Spirit

A Gap In Veracity

I walk naked powered by blood.

What is blood ?

Does it only give me life ?

Is it the root of our existance ?

Rudiment in nature ?

I admire it's properties.

It's powers.

Umbilical cord has been severed.

Superior power I reign.

Production of cells, exfoliating constantly.

I am , Am I sure I am ?

Surpass our ordinary element.

Stomp me !

Cut me !

Shoot me !

Hemmorage !

Coagulation, my blood does for me.

IMATURE IS MY TRANSMITTED SOUL.

Nothing suggests conclusion.

Indubitable hymn of praise.

Mechanical fluid.

  Blood in my viens.

C.by Contessa