My heart bleeds blood
as my pen bleeds ink.
My heart’s the epicenter of my body
as my pen’s the instrument of my soul.
Together, blood and ink coexist,
a heart and soul mourn together,
and my soul I realize, possesses hands
to grasp my pen and let it bleed
straight from my heart, across the page.
A mortal being writing immortal words.








Powerfully penned, Daniel. Into the book it belongs! This is flat out a beautiful ink my friend. Excellent. Appreciate you.
Damian
Love this. I’m a great fan of double meanings, work that makes you think deeper than what’s implied on the surface. Awesome!