I wrote some words in a battered notebook,
the ink bled through the paper and stained the covers.
I tried again with pencil and overlooked
the ink that was bleeding out of the pages.

The ink poured into a puddle around my feet,
I scooped in a glass and took shots with my friends,
hoping to gain the knowledge through deceit
of drinking up the thoughts I had long forsaken

The black elixir burned my throat
as the glass quickly emptied
a desperate attempt to gain what I wrote
as the glass shattered around my feet.