Black

What my pen pours on the paper

Isn't black ink 

But it is the blood that flows

Not through my mind

But heart 

Through my vein

And then my finger

And then on the piece of paper

It turns dark

Black 

That is what my heart is 

Black

And I write and write and write

Til' all my blood drains out

And the nib of my pen breaks 

And I see a void 

Black