DisturbianGothica

An alphabet of blood trails my pen as it dips into the inkwell of my mind, bleeding prettily onto paper bleached by the milk the thirsty Night drinks- until the blood from my pen scribbles a rhythm out of sync-to the Inspiration that ignites the pages I tear free from my mind's literary spine, Creativity is the only Passion I know, singing somewhere between the sick and healthy veins that fight to claim my life, but Sanity is an illusion and Insanity is the only reality I know, so I will continue to follow the thread of Stars, and open my eyes even wider so they will continue to fall into me, their frozen lives will melt away