My hand a knife as I cut vivid inscriptions in my mind,
Blood rain falls at my touch, anchoring me to my thoughts,
I am controlling the madness of my broken heart as it pumps
ink out of the pen, my scrawling hand dripping, dancing like the devil.
The gift of eternity with my thoughts in a single second
The moon as my friend,
Me as my company.
Always lonely,
Never alone
#poetry