The Smell of Blood

The smell of blood It's like someone unlocked the gates of my creativity Am not bragging Am just saying This mind may need some taming The smell of blood It's her, wounded in infected blood, captivity Psychotic, all the way in deep insanity Her body, her mind, her soul no more immunity They look at her, they are helpless, with inability The smell of blood The young fresh blood Uncoagulated, smooth it flows Puff, huff through the pipes as it blows Curious with the new, it glows As it moves through the lows and highs, it never slows