I’ll know that I am dead

I can look inside my arm now and it’s red
The blood  is glowing like a  brilliant jewel
Oh, better being red than being dead

By this blood the body parts are fed
So it’s  full of love, it is not cruel
I  look inside my arm now and it’s red

Luckily it’s not on my   big head
I might feel I was a  holy fool
Oh, better being red than being dead

My brain feel full and heavy ,is it lead?
No longer can I  study poetry school
I  look inside my arm now and it’s  red

Once a cure for ills was being bled
It killed more people  than a manic mule
Oh, better being red than being dead

I wonder if I broke   our Nature’s rule
Improvising with no proper tools
I can look inside my arm now; it is red
When it’s white I’ll know that I am dead