Blood

Blood. Boiling lava coursing through my veins.

Burning red scars; Imprints of life upon sheets of reality.

The red elixir of life; The color of pain.

The messenger of life. Bringer of tranquility.
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Red paint accompanied by blackness.

Warm streaks of lightning upon the cold.

Fissures piercing an empty canvas.

The harbinger of change.
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Red fires of burning passion.

Purveyor of justice and wanton destruction.

The sacred ties abinding.

The primordial judge
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You. The keeper of knowledge.

The mentor of old.

The grim wise sage.

Death bringer and life giver. The master of forms.
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You. Surrounded by mitigating fumes of undeath.

Filled with the decaying stench of life.

A squirming ooze filled with power.

Trickling away from my hands like sand. Blood.
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Within the deadly silence of the night, when all that you can hear is nothingness, you are alone. The world stops moving. Everything dies. And that you can hear,is the sound of your heart beating.

That silence, snaps you back to reality. You awaken to the sound of your blood pumping in your veins. What had once seemed to be emptiness, now exists a fog. A whirring blaze of ooze that runs through the tunnels in your veins.

The more you listen to it, the deeper you enter into this trancelike state of silence. Your heart beats. Once. Twice. Three times. It all goes into a crawl. Nothing. Everything just became nothing.

And within the empty blackness of your mind, It begins to paint a picture. The thumping mirrors your soul. Within the calm serenity of the night, your blood is the only thing that is screaming.

The silence. It accentuates nothing, and everything. As you listen to blood, pumping through your veins, you will learn. Learn from the heart that beats within you. Read upon the red scrolls that run through the tunnels of your soul. Listen to your blood, screaming from within. One. Two. Three.



Hushhhhhh......