Paying dues for clear
idealism made hungry for
real
existential some one to turn thought into practice
But the avenues
are clogged each day
And our mobility is mental
while
our bodies give themselves away to
The biggest deal to walk through the floor.
The deepest cessation to toy with
one
right.
"But the avenues
are clogged each day
And our mobility is mental
while
our bodies give themselves away to
The biggest deal to walk through the floor. "
These lines gave me shivers down my back.
But, I hate the title – “Blood sucking,” though emotionally raw, seems . . . a bit puerile. That doesn’t nessesarliy mean that if I were you that I would change it – I don’t know . . . maybe it works afterall.
If you keep this stuff up your poetry will soon start to expand my depression. 
So keep up the good work.
yeah…you’re right about the title.