War

I am a vessel,

who is under attack.

They try to take ground.

I try to hold them back.

They're out for blood.

They send visions to distract.

Like blood running out veins,

from my wrists, which were slashed.

The war would be over.

The vessel no longer intact.

No longer would I have to fight,

to mend the parts of me that were cracked.

But what's inside,

would start spilling out.

A tidal wave flooding,

everything that's around.

It would drown close residents,

flood the streets and seep into rivers.

It would taint shoes that investigate,

and turn old shelters into ruins.

Such a vision completed,

would take all that's inside,

and corrupt it completely,

leaving only dark remnants behind.

I am a vessel,

who's fighting off attack.

I can't bleed tainted.

So for now, I'll stay intact.