Veins follow different routes,
Curved and colored.
An itching for new roads,
An interstate or two.
Sharp, quick witted,
Pens marked my skin,
Targeted the truth
In purple and blue.
Reach and touch,
Red covers your fingers.
Wash the stain off,
The feeling lingers.
Numbed pain,
Existing,
Signs of sadness,
Filled with rage and madness.
