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
Copyright © Njeri Hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
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