bleeding pen singing his swan song over hurting paper,
causing white and black not to mix, nor to mingle.
leaving scars all over, tattooes, who won't fade away,
tears of colour stain and sting.

drops of black ink cover my pen as I continue to write,
like trails of blood used as metirial for feather writing.
the tears in my eyes would help me later, for now all I need
is rest.

metaphores are coming and going, this one's gonna stay..

black and blue covers my notebook, my broken heart is
visible once again