Drowning in Ink

A dark poem about my love of writing

Black blood flows
freely from my wrists
creating songs, stories
and poems too

When the blood finally stops
a sea of ink is formed
and with my stained wrists
I will take a dive

Drowning is peaceful
it is not violent
I live for that peace
so drown I will

Slowly sinking that is all I do
my greatest relief
while the memory of sadness,
laughter and rage leave me

Inky blood that gives me
life and reason
the perfect haven
my forever night