Blood! Blood! Red Blood.

 Blood!  Blood! Red  Blood.

There  it  flows  out of its veins,

 Green veins restricted,  now   as if                                                                                

In  a  flow  chart,

Now   looks   liberated, no not?

Congealed , no more  use  to 

Anybody,ANY BODY in  need

beckoned  by   accidents and surgeries,                                                                                                      

Blood, red Blood, is it  my  blood?

Your  Blood,  Blood  is  Blood .                     

It  looks  as if  giving  a  message,

Man’s  heart  is  congealed,                                          

hardened  like a granite ,                              

I am already   frozen inside.

This  is  only  an extension

Of  my aberrated   status   outside.