james bird - Blood

All i see is blood. Blood of the people i love dragged into a war they despise. I feel the blood seep into every crevice in my body, i feel the blood choke my shivering throat. i see the blood of my family, my friends spayed on the peeling walls like some painting of hate directed at me.

I can feel blood crawl down my lungs and inflate them like sacks of death ready to burst and infect the last living souls. I taste the salty, thick, iron filled blood of a soldier dying for a cause that apparently is just. His blood is still warm as if something had made it boil, made it spilt like some sause of the devil on his dinner of death.

All i see is the blood of patriots and tyrants plastered on the face of the disease that is slowly killing all life. The disease of power

james bird

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