Blood.
A bit like water;
dripping with love,
rolling from forgiveness,
rippling from acceptance;
a force of protection.
Blood.
A bit like water; it drips,
it rolls, and it ripples with reaction.
A force of life; something so
basic. Who knew it could
be such a poison?
Blood.
A bit like water;
dripping from a cut, rolling down a chin.
Rippling with power, with anger; it's a force of
power. Who knew it could
be the antidote?
Blood.
A bit like water,
it rejuvenates the soul.
Blossoming from the ground.
Something so basic; who knew it could
stretch around death?