Let it Leak

With a quill in my Hand and a tear-stained Sheet of perfect paper before My noisettes eyes, I can overcome any Obstacle-- Any amount of suffering-- That may threaten my Grandiose fortress. As words hastily prance Across the page I Venture into the uncharted Territories of my brain That most are too Afraid to unveil. I adventurously map out each River, Each impeccable mountain Range, Each waving coastline, And I'm baffled By the beauty Of the danger. Instead of rose-colores lenses, These ones are Black, Like the ink I bleed: Cut deep And dip your feather in Letting it leak, Covering each white Imperfection. A penny Is far too frugal For these words That I bleed. They heal all imaginable wounds, Even those they fester in.