This pencil bleeds
it's graphite blood
unto this empty page
filling the spaces

The gaps in my heart
from left to right
I bleed my soul
out upon this page

every emotion
falls helpless victim
to the relentless hunger
of empty lines and graphite swords

never forgotten
fresh wounds turn to scars
and back to wounds
with the utterence of a single word

goodbye or hello
life or death
it all floods back
feeding the dull flames

nothing has changed
becoming more obvious
with each word
that thorws itself upon this page

more empty space
more fruitless words
to stab into this place
of vision without power

this pencil cries
it's graphite tears
each new morning
bringing new words to burn

worn to the metal
this pencil dies
immortalizing it's words
in flesh and blood

I stand at this grave
and remember the words
bled onto this page
and bleeding on forever...
 
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