Howling Madly

[wolfbittenpoet]

Inkstains
One by one words fall
From shaking fingers
Inkstained by memories unsaid
Written in a fading hand
Unaware the pen has run out
Scribbled on the back of envelopes
Til the space is gone and the words remain
Always the words remain
Tattooed on the soul
Inkstained memories burning with unlit passions
And half contained madness
Just trying to bleed through
Until even your eyes are inkstained red
From liquid tears splattering on the floor
Leaving tearmark tragedies