Blood splattered on a page
From a time I once knew
Its all too good to be true
The fact that I’m no longer hurting
Or at least hurting less
No more veil, no more stress
Just I and my black pen.
Threw away my inspiration
But found another to use
Nearly like a resume, a muse
Only to get me started back up again
I have still the same fears, but no more to lose
Just I and my black pen to cruise
Together down this path that I’ve found.