Ink and Blood

sometimes I feel as if,
I have ink,

in place of blood.

and when I have written 

the last page, 

dotted the final I,

crossed the lingering T 

that i will pause for a moment

upon closing the book, 

and reflect,

and I will find,

a barren husk,

a reminant,

devoid of essance,

of spirit, 

and that will be all that is left of me.

I will know in that moment of stillness

after the pen comes to its final halt

that I have surrendered my soul 

to the writings of a lifetime.

and that

Sometimes I bleed, in ink.