Blood rushes through his veins
Pulsating
Throbbing
Driven just the same
Blood as red as yours.

YOU ARE READING
Drifting Thoughts
PoetryThoughts drifted about my head No longer to be contained Spread forth across the paper Spilled ink.* *Yes, that is reference to another of my pieces; it amuses me, so why not?
Deep Cuts
Blood rushes through his veins
Pulsating
Throbbing
Driven just the same
Blood as red as yours.