Inkstains Poem by Your sword vs my pen

Drown the world out
In cold grey sound,
Spin round until my vision fails,
And everything is veiled black.
No crack of light will pass my doorway,
My mind is closed to the outside now.

I exist, separate from myself-
Two beings in one body,
One must be crushed
For the other to survive.

As the sword falls from my grasp,
The ink runs
Like tears down my face.
My wrists are stained black,
My veins empty their words
Upon the world.

Love grows from the pain,
Stars shine from my wrists
And I welcome the pain-
It washes me clean of all stains,
The poet exists once again.