A Screming Vein

Filed Under: Poetry, Literature.

Drink my blood,
I dare.

As it rains upon this parched humanity -
tapped from a vein -

so icy with defeat,
so wrought with the echoing stench
of a mechanical foe
screaming into thy memory
the antithesis of a life
so distant in its own intimacy.

Arise,
and end this pitiful existence.
Kill the machine.
Kill the piercing screams.
Cut away the poisoned vein.

And at last,

let rain the blood of a hope so true.
That life may prevail.
For a humanity -
thirsty no more.

But alas,
I am but a vile of poison.
I am a machine.

So sleep, and let me sing to you -
a lullaby,
so distant in its own intimacy.

Published: 7 years, 4 months ago