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Gallery of Pain: Defining Blood by Tiamat

By Tiamat
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Tags: tiamat, poem

Blood is like chocolate
Rich and sin
Let me dive in
Drown in it, delve into it
Let me lose my mind in it

Blood is paint
Let me tell my story
In its gruesome glory
Pictures of horror in the mirror
I still want more

Blood is a raven
Dark and gleaming
Through which paint is seeping
Fly through the night without a light
Death is delight

Blood am I
I don't deny
Don't dare ask why
Lives in me, breathes through me
Bleeds out of me

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