INK
Black spills on to a fresh, white sheet of paper; the same way darkness spills on to my soul.
My eyes bleed tears as darkness spreads ink wildfire through my being; burning my flesh with its poison.
I burn alive..... but in coldness.
A coldness that feels like fire. It rips apart my flesh making me bleed dark crimson. It drips around me; painting me red...... my world all ink of fire and cold.
Ink that darkens my soul......
Fire that spreads through my very being......
Coldness that burns my flesh......
I swim in ink...... I swim in a fire that is cold and that burns my flesh from my bones. My body bleeds in pain, it bleeds in tears of agony......
My body sobs with the desire of peace.
Each step shatters my soul
Breaks me in to a million pieces
I shatter in to myself......
My very being bleeding in to the ground
Bloody ink that the dirt covered ground absorbs...... my soul, my being...... absorbed in to the ground...... forever lost in darkness, in fire so cold it burns my flesh; painting me red......
Forever lost in burning, cold, ink.
