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
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC
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
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