Ink runs to somewhere

Drips from my tongue

Spills on to someone

Who have I become?

Ink bleeds from somewhere

Cold red or warmer black

Be careful before your words

Stab through your own back.

Ink blots out emotions

Black fog, you cannot see

Do you write what you feel

Or things you say to believe?

Ink flows, like black rain

My cloud has not gone dry

My thoughts spill a storm

Until I run out of time.