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.
♠ ♠ ♠
Haha we all went through phases where we wrote these whiney little bitch poems.