Blood Verse

I pick the scab my mind has grown
To find the words I need
I stroke the place that evil has sown
Until it starts to bleed

The ink I need runs down my face
Enough to fill my quill
I wait to feel my muse embrace
The evil she must will

The shadows slowly take my hand
To guide me through this curse
I listen to their every command
As I write their morbid verse

I point the quill back to my head
Where the blood is running thin
Once again my quill needs fed
So I slowly stick it in

I write until my veins are dry
And the shadows turn away
The shadows will not let me die
For tomorrow's another day