Blood runs red,
Same as yours.
Eccentric strangelings like me,
Like the taste of iron within our own.
Hematic Armor,
Not unlike a weapon.
You don’t know the various symbols,
I’ve carved into my skin.
Through needle,
Blade,
Implement.
Old symbolisms.
Plus signs between my knuckles.
Licking my wounds.
Blood Runs Red.
