Colour Of Death

It rages through your veins,
It moves through your body at a terrific pace,
And you don't even feel it.
The heart pumps this never-ending stream
That is the very essence of life,
And do you even register its presence?
It flows, it gushes, it races,
On and on, this red river of anger,
And we ignore its existence
Until one day it pushes through its confines
And comes pouring out in the forbidden world.
Then we feel it and acknowledge it
Only until it is forced to its ancient place,
Where it is doomed to move in its permanent orbit.
We once more ignore and even forget this color of death.

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