Black Blood

by Jörmundgandr

July 1, 2015

Creation,

Destruction,

One and the same.

For to make a verse

Is still at worse

Just bleeding onto a

Innocent page.

Scarring it,

Marking it

With a unknown, subtle rage.

Leaving impressions

Of time immortal

With

Blood

As black as ink

As thin as paper

And as potent

As a perfect

Sentence.

This is the devil

Of the woody grains

That you can see

In writing's

Growing pains.

For like how

A flask

Is an alcoholic's paint brush,

A pen to a writer

Is a razor

That

Slowly shaves away at

The heart

With

Fingers like words

And wrists like rivers.

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Catherine DallasAug 7, 2015

<p>Despaite the dark mood that this poem is impregnated with I truly like it. I'm not a writer and this is judgment call but I daresay you are good at it, keep going! I'm not as talented as you so when I need to do my writing task I usualy check examples of writing at <span style="font-family: arial, sans, sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"><a href="http://www.topessaywriting.net/blog">Essay Writing Blog</a> - with this I manage to save a lot of my time and get excellent marks.</span></p>