Spit that Blood
Spit that blood from your mouth
whats it like to feel alive?
The drugs pumping through your veins
wake your mind like never before,
and you dance like an animal.
And your aching fists
testify to your dark thrill
and you fight like an animal.
You raised this monster out
to feel the thrill of survival
but now as you lie on the floor,
degenerate creature panting
dying, breathing, living,
you fear yourself and the potential inside
and now you realise, there is more to life than death.
poem by Emmanuel Stone
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