College

Why is dark ink worth more than my red blood? A blood so pure and full of hopeful life. The darkness stabs as a dull ballpoint knife, Until I can no longer hear the thud Of the slowly dying heart from within. I am no longer a man but a line Full of intricate swirls and loops aligned, Forming a being that’s missing human skin. I only want to make the choice right for me But the future holds such uncertain fates, That only leads me to my long debates Of whether I should choose I, or choose thee. I am just unsure of what success shall be So for now, I will simply just be free.