Ink blot tears, I will cry
Stressed out wrists, too hard I try
with this caffeine to stay awake
bless my mind, creation's sake
tearing at my every thought
begin my work, my passion dark
perfect to beholder, seen through my eyes
begin the ritual, to cut my ties
to this world, my prison cell
Almost done, color it well
name of the artist, signed so plain
without this release, my life is a pain
Pencil and pen, born from the heart
with help of hand, my work of Art
By: Me
