This painful claw
It wants to draw.
With its trace
My heart will race.
The doodles of red
Along my bed,
The treasure I hold
That makes me so bold,
My one disgrace
Is my only place.
I seek to flood it
From my blood pit,
This whole that I have filled
With all I have killed.
I drew my end
With this one pen.
I am an artist
Of catharsis,
Through my only friend.
It is the artists pen.
