We are all paper pens
Stemmed in ink
What we write splashes back
And sinks in our skin
Cuts deeper than blood
And bleeds within
Finds a link in the flood
And is ink again

Then there's words that splash
And thoughts that crash
Upon our paper backs
And lash deep
Cut steep into the knib
Like a knife to the ribs
Or a lie to the lips

And from that lash
The **** makes the pen skip
But the ink still bleeds
Pools and words
Like tools to be heard
Tunes to the herd
That soothes up the hurt
Or destroys their worth

We are what we word
Or so I heard
Cause in the end
We're just paperpens
Stained while we stain
Until only ink remains