I look down upon my pen and ink
Flowing across my paper, black
The eerie darkness used as a link
From my mind to the paper and now back.
This liquid leaking from my soul
Falls as letters on the ground.
My emotions are now taking their toll
By staining everything all around.
The blessed blood will touch your face
And burn you 'til you cry no more.
For appearances should not make this place
Our world should come from the heart, the soul.
