The ink through my veins
Drips through my skin.
Droplets of onyx
Piercing the soil.


The ink through my veins
A crawling mass
A congealing monster
In a black abyss

Put pen to paper
Why don’t you?
A sure release.
For failing, it shall consume me.

Oh, diary
Under lock and key
You will stay.
Forever bound.
Mine and my only.

The truth hurts
But there it shall lay
Etched onto paper
Forever burned.