Memories endure so much pain
Trying to forget them is worthless
I stress to the climax, consisting of
Internal bleeding, and I bleed

I can taste the blood
It leaves a bitter aftertaste
The taste lasts so long
It kills tastebuds

I can see the blood
Its crimson red
Pouring feircly, anxiously
Nautiously stinging my eyes

I can hear the blood
Like waterfalls it flows
Longing for defeat of the human body
Piercing my eardrums

I can smell the blood
Young and fresh
Cringing aroma, gets to my brain
Making me numb all over

I can feel and touch the blood
Disinagrating my skin to the bare bone
Naked
It scars me, and my mind

Blood invading my privacy
All my sences persuaded to leave me, here alone
I'm completly numb now,
To all emotions

I won't open my eyes to a beautiful sight,
I'm falsly paraniod
I won't listen to a soft voice,
It might lie
I won't touch the gentlest fabric,
It might burn me
I won't taste the sweetest food,
It might poison me
I won't smell the greatest aroma,
It might possess me

This blood has made me terrified,
Of anything I have not yet come to know
Benificial?
Negatively benificial, yet, the only real solution from damage towards the body, mind, soul, and Heart..

This Blood,
Is Love....
Katherine White