Ink Bleeds

As my heart wrenches in pain

I write it all out, paper and ink

There is nothing left to do but gain

At a point where I just can’t sink

No more, no more

Tears dried up and gone

Long gone, a long time before

Waiting for a new dawn

Across the snowy white sheet

Single strokes hatch their way across

Flowing streams across paved streets

Into the frail, thin body, I emboss

All along the once clean slate

Ink cries and weeps from wells we once knew

Dancing out the figures our words cannot state

Ink bleeds, coloring everything we’ve been through

I write until I can write no longer

I draw until the ink bleeds dry

Empty, at a gravely end and danger

Tired and resigned, can no longer pry

Listen to the ink’s bloody tears

Dripping and soaked

Watch as it paints splattered smears

Burning and eyes cloaked

Allowing the music box too unwind

Twisting and turning again and again

Playing out emotions deaf and blind

Gushing the gore, of the ink, of the pen