Blood

Okay, this is more creepy. And thus you're warned.

Blood,
drawn from a wound.
My wound,
and my blood.

I grow furious,
and lash out,
striking everything in reach.

More blood,
not from me.
I taste it,
sweet as sugar,
yet
bitter as vinegar.

Then I calm down,
now I see my friends,
dead,
and my enemies laughing.

Hate and rage change into
pain and sadness
to open a wound
that no blood flows from
But no doctor can mend.