Sharp scratch
And the colour of my blood
Runs not red
More like deep maroon
And a buzz fills my head
Legitimately spills
And the liquid fills quick
No slow escape
Pushed out like an urgency
And deep purple pours the shape
Mind wonders
Of the colour of my blood
Fast on wall
Seeping like an inevitability
Dead red from some careless fall
Pressure punctuates
And the colour of my blood
Clots red
On the cloud like cushion
I hold tight as stale air fills my head
Numb knot
And my heart pumps
Without sound
Like a miraculous machine
Another day left unfound
And the colour of my blood
Runs not red