Hearts gone cold

Blood in the ink

With every stroke, every typewriter strike and thought flowing from my heart to my brain

I prick my finger and every period becomes a blood stain.

With every comma a tear drop falls
Every question mark makes me question all

Quotations around conversations and arguments waged in my brain

Stumbling over thoughts laid before me is my bane

Rhyming words flow free from my mouth like a river

Lack of ambition leaves me to flop about and eventually whither

A new thought rises from the ashes flying high like a Phoenix

These words that twist about are engraved deep within my double helix