InkBloodA Poem by Mercury MirrorsUnfinished.
Sticky, black ink flows through my veins.
Upon my white wrists, little rivers, tiny streams.
Monstrous beauty leaps through them in ebony strains
Creations not yet born push against my skin, hear their screams!
Shall I let them out or keep them forever in a flesh cage?
Should I push out my demonic desires & evil thoughts through a pen? Or should I keep them from escaping & showing the world their rage. What if they were to see what I dream, what I write, what would they think then?
I can create beauty with these hands; I can bring your nightmares to life.
I can create something ugly, something terrible to fill you to the brim with fright.
I can paint you a picture of horrors, & more. Your mind is the target, my words the knife.
I can penetrate your simple self, I can make you see everything for what it is tonight.
My name is InkBlood, because I bleed poetic truth from every pore.
I can show you fantasies beyond your wildest dreams, tainted with gore.
I can take you anywhere just jump into the crisp white parchment sea.
I can bring you enlightenment, just let yourself bleed into me.
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Added on June 26, 2008Last Updated on June 26, 2008 AuthorMercury MirrorsPensacola, FLAboutOkay, for lack of time, (and most of all for the sake of nostalgia for my angsty and self-absorbed teenage years), I have ripped one of those ancient myspace surveys from the forgotten planes of the i.. more..Writing
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