burningsilver

The blood that runs, Isn't the blood that ran once, Its killing me, choking me, Its clogging my veins. Is this a sign of the things to come? The things that I feared would happen? Amidst all pitfalls, I strived to survive, But futility is all I get. The blood still runs, But it isn't the blood that ran once. Its killing me,choking me, Its clogging my veins. I wish I'd die, Die to survive, But fate has other plans, Plans for my bane. Now the blood doesn't run, Anymore, I'm free at last, but one question I ask you, Why did the blood clog my veins?