I KNOW NOW THAT I MUST WRITE

I know now that I must write
Set down in prose or verse
The happenings of my life
The best

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.

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

My light flickers dimly but I press on,

rabidly, craving your touch.

The cold, black ribbon touches my skin,

wrapping over