I Bleed
I bleed
Not the crimson of blood
But the black and blue of liquid ink
I bleed
Onto the pristine surface
Layed out before me smooth and perfect
I bleed
Not from the arteries of body
But from the tip of my stylus
I bleed
My emotions out like sickness
Purging my body and soul of my demons
I bleed
Through my pen
Writing my words in black blood
So you may see and understand how
I bleed
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