If I stare real hard at my veins
It’s silent under the dim lights
But if I listen more closely-
It sighs
Echoes into the running streams
I often wonder
What is running inside this body?
Is it really this liquid of blood?
That everyone fears.
Everynight when I stayed awake
I hear a wiping ghost
Her voice died out
As I closed my eyes
The fluid that fills me up
Is not as strong, and less red.