London Bridge is falling down

I speak fire from my bones

I bleed hot ice from my eyes

 

The bridge is dead

I am alive

I bleed blue ink

 

From my eyes I see

From my ears I hear

From my pen I bleed

 

Sometimes bloodshed is necessary

When the pain becomes too intense I

Shred my thick thin skin with bloody knives

 

Replace knives with pens and

Replace skin with paper

You have a solution

 

When the rain falls icy

When it cuts my cheek sharp

I bleed bloody feelings

 

Which words cannot express BECAUSE

They fumble out my mouth BECAUSE

I let them fester silently

 

What words cannot express in the moment

I bleed diligently onto paper

I bleed diligently because I can

 

Blood runs thick from fingertips

I bleed because I need to

When pain becomes too intense

 

When my chest ignites

When death clouds my mind

When life is not a

 

Solution

Anymore

I sit dark

 

I sit cloudy

I sit bloody

I sit bleeding

 

Bleeding a bridge back into existence

In bleeding I have found a solution

Replaced blades with pens and skin with paper

 

Spilled emotions onto blank canvases

When the world fell on me I bled blue ink

From my eyes to my fingertips and to

 

My skin paper thin

I bleed BECAUSE of

Unending dark pain

 

Pain is good sometimes then

Feelings spilled onto a

Page and pages endless

 

I bleed hot ice BECAUSE

I bleed fire BECAUSE

I am alive and I

 

Have rebuilt the bridge