Blood and Delusion

by Eldritchbeingisbored

Summary:

A conciousness emerges from the depths of abstraction. A short poem about life and things that don't make sense.

Notes:

Hi! This is my first work on here, but definitely not my first attempt at writing something profound and coming up with only profanity. I don't know what this poem is about, but this story wanted to speak. Thank you for reading.

I am living

A vitality I’ve only felt in specific circumstances

Circumscribe me onto your shadow

I love your shape

Fuck

Am I delusional

But I'm always like this

My fingers draw snakes onto my keyboard

They bite me

Each phrase I say is another double dose of venom in my veins

I'm surprised to have survived this long

I live off of praise

Each piece I get

Is an antidote to each word’s unique poison

The heart is nothing without the veins

An interconnected web carrying my blood

It must not be heavy

When it can go this fast

Drag racing through me

I wonder when it will stop

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Miscellaneous Poetry