Ink

A poem inspired by a photo I'd once seen on DeviantArt

Once more the needle pierces the arm
So that the ink can flow once more
Beautifully the ink writes what it wants to say
Of what I normally cannot say by myself
   the coldness nips

As I write, I slowly die
The pen's tip glides along the pages
All the things I wish to say
All the me I wish I would've become
   All the things I wish I wasn't

Another page slides off as a new one begins
The coldness creeps up as the skin shakes to warm
The sound of feedback echos through the mind
Yet the silence is even louder
   Whatever happened to those melodies

Eyes grow heavy, I lay my head
Ignoscas...  Ta bron orm....
Eyes close as I breathe once more
Gomen.... I'm sorry....
   Signed.....Junn_.~'