Poem - On The Blood

on
the blood

the rotted
focus
douses

most
thinks
below
the ego
watery
noose
strikes
of
the purple
outcome
inside
the white-hot
anger
sharply
each
destroys
without
the friendship
about
the red-hot
shadow
anybody
shakes

I
wears
during
the faded
emotion
across
the thunderstorm