Scared

Am scared of myself
Of what am turning into
Suddenly I like the sight of blood
The smell of blood

Always looking for an opportunity
To shed blood.
An avenue to raise bottles
In celebration of death of a body

Could it be a phase?
Or is it this life for me
Not bothered about it
And it scared me

 

WRITTEN BY : Egbuta Marvellous                       PROF READ : Augustine Patrick.          EDITED BY: Prudence 
  PUBLISHED BY: Ukam Dennis