Blood and Ink

There’s blood in my pen,
Ink in my vein,
It flows through my body,
And drives me insane.

There’s blood on the paper,
Ink on my wrist,
I punch wildly,
With a tightly clenched fist.

There’s blood scribbled everywhere,
Ink pumping through my heart,
I’m screaming loudly,
While being torn apart.

I can’t take this any longer,
I use a razor to open my wrist,
I write deep in my vein,
I make a short list.

There’s blood in my pen,
Ink in my vein,
It flows through my body,
And drives me insane.