My bloody desire to write has brought me here to the world where darkness and fear is beautiful it's so full of emotion. Where pain is a sensation we need, we cherrish we even beg for Physical and emotional. The control we have and how much we can take. it's letting us know we are alive. We thrive on pain then we write we become angry we turn to writing. we use the sharp metal of anything to plunge into our skin and drive the blood from our body's. Writing is a poets fight or flight this is how we survive. The drive to push our words as far as we can through blood, sweat and tears. Hands aching and cramping but here we are still bleeding out our emotions through a pen and paper soaked in tears and all your fears. It's such a dark hole we can fall in never knowing if will come back.
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