True to my Purpose, I carved memories.
Heavy were the Burdens passed on.
Embedded into my inks were silent Pleas.
Bleeding his Thoughts from dusk till dawn.
Looming in the dark were wraiths of Agony.
Endless were the suffering and pain.
Except A miracle echoes in symphony.
Denial and Sorrow would come again.
Innocent to this world, yet guilty by default.
Not sure if my past scribbles led to this script.
Gone were happy pages,leaving a painful plot.
Punishments for My masters crimes, heaped.
Eager to fill the blank pages he left behind
Nurturing all the emotions my ink could Bind.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 3:50 AM UTC
True to my Purpose, I carved memories.
Heavy were the Burdens passed on.
Embedded into my inks were silent Pleas.
Bleeding his Thoughts from dusk till dawn.
Looming in the dark were wraiths of Agony.
Endless were the suffering and pain.
Except A miracle echoes in symphony.
Denial and Sorrow would come again.
Innocent to this world, yet guilty by default.
Not sure if my past scribbles led to this script.
Gone were happy pages,leaving a painful plot.
Punishments for My masters crimes, heaped.
Eager to fill the blank pages he left behind
Nurturing all the emotions my ink could Bind.
An Acrostic Sonnet written by yours beloved ....King Ebukadnezzar ✍🏻💌.
The first letters of each line spells out the name ...'The Bleeding Pen "....