Blood Rush

I hear it calling,
Calling my name,
Whispering, shouting,
Asking if I would let it in.

I hear it call for me,
I try not to listen,
Act like I don't care.
But I do.

I want to let you in,
I want to have you in,
I want to see you in.

I would like the blood to rush,
Falling down the arm,
Fading the white crimsion,
Making a beautiful line.

I will not hear it call me!
I will not care!
I will not let you in!
For I care.




love.
~Megan