Literature
Insert Impressive Title
Good god, what am I doing?
Trying to drudge up dread, relive my angst
Pull a good poem from out my-
Ask my why and I can't answer.
I'm trying to pull open wounds, pick at scabs
But the scab fell off already, and scars don't bleed
Because my heart beats ink
Beating black blood ink
That I run onto the page
It starts in my heart, goes up to my head
Tingles and mingles with a thousand other thoughts
Then comes out on the page
My pen is a vein
It bleeds black ink blood
Out onto the page
And the words find their way, and the words find their way
And the words find their way, out out of my head
Sometimes they're repetitious, just like my racing th
