I wrote with black ink that day
It was the middle of the night...
It was wet and sticky, the ink felt
When I accidentally smeared it
It was red when I saw in the dim light
It bled like I was bleeding
Bleeding without a single clot
No way to stop it but to keep bleeding away
I didn't know I had that much blood
I didn't know myself at all, it appeared
I bled and bled till I had nothing else to bleed
I bled for a thousand years
I have to bleed for a thousand more
Before I am at peace...