Blood
Blood
What can I say?
I live for a living.
I breathe fumes
Of human blood
To control
This mass of beating cells
Till it bursts into life.
I devour my past
To excrete a possible future.
Eventually,
Everything turns to blood,
Flooding my insides,
Too warm for my own good,
So I stand in acid rain
That trickles carelessly
Down the stomach walls
Of the confused sky.
I rain every once a month
When the moon commands me to.
I rain hot acidic blood
Involuntary
Till the possibility of my roots spreading
Flush out of me.
I control nothing.
Nothing controls me
And I dance as it makes me dance
In the face of a blinding light
Till my being dissipates,
Soul included,
Like a sleeping child
In a radiation disaster.
What can I possibly say?
I just stare and let my eyes
Do its thing
In REM time, in awake time
In broad daylight,
Searching for a comfortable dark corner,
Never insight,
Till blood oozes out
And stains my cheeks
In a thick blush.
I dip my size 0 paintbrush
In my human color
To paint my next masterpiece
And hurry to finish
Before dinner time.