They say "I must write!"
Or should it be "Write I must!"
Pull out that old pencil, and blow off the dust.
Spirals on my notebook

I Bleed Ink

My pen connects

With paper white

As blood runs out,

As black as night.

You see, my blood-

My life runs here.

I write to explore.

To explore the questions asked.

To explore the possibilities of what my life is.

To explore each and

Vengeance at my fingertips, awaiting orders.
I pick up my pen, pressing it to the borders.
To the edge I write, I don't know

Every day is like a book without and end
Each page is clearly written and carefully penned
Like a roundabout without stopping