Ink soaked
in blood
Dripping,
from burning hands
And for a moment
this hearts breath
was captured
by the flick of a pen
And for a moment
there was no me,
only the flames
that bled through the night
*Now a question remains:
"Will my heart stop bleeding when my ink runs dry?"*
Maybe for a moment.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
Ink soaked
in blood
Dripping,
from burning hands
And for a moment
this hearts breath
was captured
by the flick of a pen
And for a moment
there was no me,
only the flames
that bled through the night
*Now a question remains:
"Will my heart stop bleeding when my ink runs dry?"*
Maybe for a moment.
