The red lights blur inside my skin.
Casting reflection on the mood I’m in.
A soured feeling of discontent.
The angry ebb of self-descent.
Yet neon blood flows inside my veins.
A pumping pressure which starts to gain.
Which travels north from my deep south.
And splatters the truth from out my mouth.
Though shock is not my best intention.
Nor pain or hurt, out from this invention.
But to boldly state from strength and love.
That the only thing we share is blood.
Havoc and Consequence 
Sometimes, the blood connection is, just, way to thick, that we can’t, ever, break from it, even when there’s, no love…
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And sometimes that’s all that we share, the blood underneath…nothing more.
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Really like this one Mark. “And splatters the truth from out my mouth.” now that is a line.
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Thank you, glad you liked this one and bit…i do too.
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