Blood

 

Blood. that thick stuff that runs in and out of your body.

That thing that gives us life. The thing that keeps us glued to the ground

Traping our souls to this shell we called a body .

Blood feeds the likeing of animals , who would love to lick the red droppings

as they kill .

We humans call our self humain

But we sit and feast on the flesh no diffrent than ours .

Blood cooked into the meat of the animals we spend so much of our time on.

Blood , Oh no matter what.. its all around us . its in us . It IS us

Author's Note

Plz dont take this the wroung way its just a poem . And yes i eat meat so dont think this is for the people that do .

Reviews

[Jaz Onerheim]

Nice i like it