I’m bleeding ink
I’m bleeding thru my fingers
Soaking wet misunderstanding
Too late to regret
I’m bleeding ink, every pore is an open wound
Every single breath causes an internal hemorrhage
It’s the beast out of his cage, the pain mad with rage
I’m bleeding profusely into the deeps of the ground
These are the gentle drops of desperation
Evolving into tragic resignation
The bleeding will never cease to exist
For how long will we be able to resist?
I’m bleeding ink all over
A melancholic glimpse of October
Memories are the sharpest dagger
For the lost, and the unwanted lover.