I absolutely love blood, the rust imbeued taste, coupled with the irresistable aura it exudes leaving me wanting more, and more, AND MORE. We all reveal less of our true selves to our contemporaries, those above and below us, and also to the intangible extent throughout our individual existences, than we do to the air, and God--poetry compromises and shortens that barrier, as well as the few who die in anguish, and loneliness, with the torment of misunderstanding, ill-placed judgement, and scorn, but AS THEMSELVES. |