My hands are stained with ink
I have slain the words
Upon the page,
What was seen now but a smudge
Upon the page,
They were mine, but I was tormented
By the ink upon the page,
To much emotion had bleed
Despair,
Remorse,
Greif,
For what had inked upon the page,
Each word gave me pain,
As sorrow poured from my eyes
Exploding upon the page,
Diluting
The very emotion
White
&
Black
Becoming one,
Some times words should stay in the mind,
To much pain released
But the words are smudged
The letters seen no more
This is something that ill keep in
Not meant for  
Pen
Or
Paper
Never to be words ever again*.