Blood and Ink

Black ink blood
flows from my hand.
Dripping to the page,
words innumerable as sand.

Luscious red tears
Flow from my heart.
I wish I saw it coming
I wouldn't have let it start.

Black satin shadows
lie below my eyes,
Revealing my secret,
foiling my disguise.

A skeletal frame
Hides behind layers
of clothing and scars,
despite cries and prayers.