Bleed it whispers...

Bleed and color the world

with crimson blood

and little dew drops

until no ink is left

in your body...

Bleed your thoughts

let them lurk on the streets

and coat the buildings

with black paint and ash

obscuring the windows

from the sun's light...

Bleed your emotions

let them storm out

and cause havoc...

let them crash the shore

with great force

and lose themselves in the sea...

or  crawl back

in their cages

as the whips lick

their bones protruding

from burned skin...

Bleed...

Bleed until your soul

is transparent and loose

taking splashes of color

from the shards of broken glass

reflecting the distant stars

in the sky beneath your feet....

Bleed it tells me...

I have lost not blood

but a dark substance

seeping from my fingertips

and simply adhering on the page

forcing my soul

to leave stamps

of all the places

it had visited with grief

or utter joy...

Whisper Bleed all you want

though I will not...

I will craft an artifact

instead..

Alluring and petrifying

at the same time...

MT~6-2-2015

Thoughts?