Bound by Blood

August 11, 2017

Bound by blood,

This wicked hate

This unsettling darkness,

This thing that only we know about.

Trapped by fears,

We shiver in the cold.

No one knowing what we hold.

A small little blemish, growing bigger

And stronger,

As we roam.

Unable to stop,

We are told we must,

Be apart.

This hatred and darkness,

They are afraid of.

But they are also afraid of us….

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