Bleeding Words
In days of darkness, when nothing is more
Than the something I've felt all my life,
Simple stillness to drain my fire
That burns like the blade of a knife.
When physical force can't satisfy
And my writhing has left me half-dead,
Ink from my pen flows like blood from my body,
But it's black instead of red.
Than the something I've felt all my life,
Simple stillness to drain my fire
That burns like the blade of a knife.
When physical force can't satisfy
And my writhing has left me half-dead,
Ink from my pen flows like blood from my body,
But it's black instead of red.
♠ ♠ ♠
Haha we all went through phases where we wrote these whiney little bitch poems.