Blood.

A bit like water;

dripping with love,

rolling from forgiveness,

rippling from acceptance;

a force of protection.

Blood.

A bit like water; it drips,

it rolls, and it ripples with reaction.

A force of life; something so

basic. Who knew it could

be such a poison?

Blood.

A bit like water;

dripping from a cut, rolling down a chin.

Rippling with power, with anger; it's a force of

power. Who knew it could

be the antidote?

Blood.

A bit like water,

it rejuvenates the soul.

Blossoming from the ground.

Something so basic; who knew it could

stretch around death?