Blood runs Black

Passion is the unified sacrifice that is shot through the veins pricked by the thin metallic metal called doubt. Abrasions form across the inner joint bubbling purple, red and blue pain but shadowing the strength forced behind the mentality of nothing. A shoulder raises an arm, A wrist follows its form while five phalanges grab the attention of the uncommon. Uncommon to most it is still aspiring to form the reign once noticed by none now forming the rank of common by all. It is imperative to brake the needle of doubt for failure is just to common.