My head is filled with ink
Drops and splatters
Like a murder scene
Shiny like an oil spill
Bitter on my tongue
The pools are getting deeper
Connecting combining
Until I am alone on my own
Little island grasping my pen
With the white knuckles of an addict
Stabbing at shadows with familiar
Voices
Dipping the pen in the ink
And decorating my wrist
My thighs
My mouth
Looking at the smooth pool
Wondering what it would be like
To drown
All the energey to scrawls the walls
With nonsense
Or brilliance
And here I sit
Curled into a small ball
Because I am dangerous
The desire is strong to write
Pages of fire
The desire is strong to hate those that
Sleep
And don’t dream of men
With shoes filled with ink
Just a trickle and it will be a waterfall
Alone in with my hood pulled up
Make yourself small
Maybe they won’t notice you at all
Maybe they won’t try to make you speak
Because your choice is a scream or a squeak
This is not normal even in my broken brain
The walls are getting blacker
And the ink is closing in
Dear god some one help me
Reach down a had and pull me out before I forget why I want to leave
Was it for love?
All I can taste is ink
Was it for passion?
The ink slides like silk on my skin
It will replace everything
Until I am just a heartless creature wandering
These drippimg halls of ink