OpenNotebook.

Dormant solitude
hidden behind irises.
pencil lead drops onto
thirsty blank pages
finding the slumbering solitude.
Infested ribcage cracks,
aching heart tumbles.
guide the heart-blot
to stain my mind.
guide the ink
to comfort my soul.
scrawl and scribble away
scars on a blank face.
cradel me among the margins as 
my tears bleed between the lines.