Monday, September 15, 2008

Ink

I drip my blood in ink,
And write myself into the paper,
I become the words,
I am every letter.

Each letter as much a part of me,
As my own skin,
I bleed ink on the page,
And let you read it.

[God I suck at writing poetry]

-Sir Jestro

1 comment:

exAliceEx said...

This is a great poem. I love it.