Blood Of Mine

Just a somewhat abstract poem I wrote which is currently unfinished.

Where have you gone, O' Blood of Mine?

Maybe somewhere between here and there,

Sipping softly on my broken dreams, alive,

The Vitae abandoning my rotting veins, begotten.

A lineage of centuries, crumbling in ash,

Forgotten by those who needed it not,

Foreign in its true form and conception,

Yet damned in its entirety, forever.

In her corpse it turns into nothingness,

The body eventually decaying as all things,

The Blood of Mine coagulating within her.

 

Author's Note

Just a poem I wrote, nothing special. This is still a work in progress.