Words drawn from my blood
Emotions on paper flow in flood

Exposing ****** fluids
Pain from my past is deeply rooted

Written from deep within
Wounds unhealed embedded in my skin

Tears make it just enough bitter
Smiles through life; a shape shifter

Regular ink isn't strong enough
My own cut is the pen to my handcuffs

Sets me free from my demise
My room of mirrors countered; clockwise

Smothered and spilled with travail
My own created nib is frail
So I use blood in my inkwell
Watered down, colored in pastel