Life's to me, in knives
Cutting to me, in slice
It wasn't blood that flowed then
But, A stream of emotions and feelings
That whimed through
Leaving past a dead soul, a dark hollow
No more groans, no cries
There's no hopes to follow
Naveen Kumar
naveen kumar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-was-nt-blood/
