In Vein (1)

My veins are laughing at me
they snigger and they mock,
expectant and enticing
they invite me to let them free.

My veins are staring at me
they gloat and they smirk,
defiant and tempting
they dare me to let them free.

My veins are whispering at me
they murmer and they hum,
indulgent and persuading
they beckon me to let them free.

My veins are shouting at me
they throb and they swell,
significant and pulsating
they command me to let them free.

My veins are angry at me
they hiss and they snarl,
violent and surging
because I did not set them free.

It would seem their life is in my hands.