THE BLOOD IN MY VEINS
THE BLOOD IN MY VEINS by Rayanna B.
The blood that pumps through my veins,
Sometimes I wonder if it's a sign of how much I will one day gain
Or maybe it is a sign of furious pain?
Hopefully it's not, but only God knows, the only thing I can do is close my brown eyes and dream of one day seeing what anonymous prize the blood pumping through my veins may symbolize.
Blood can mean a beautiful thing but then again blood can lead you to the ring. One swing two swing and then you hear a ding.
When the fat lady sings that's when you can call scene
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