Writing With Your Own Blood.

Wreathed in crimson,
The ferrous taste of iron in the blood.
Sanguine destinies,
Dictated by bloodlines.
Let the red tsunami come!
I’ve ridden the rose petal wave,
Bled freely upon the desolate mountainsides.
This maroon fate,
Bloody ending.
Drink up!
Me?
I’ll live forever.
Trapped inside my work.