Ink is permanent
Like written in stone
Meaningful as a kiss
Real as blood and bone
Ink is transparent
Seeing through your lies
Brought forth with lemon juice
Tears running after getting it in your eyes
Ink is a blot
Dripped from a fountain pen
Folded in half it’s a Rorschach
To drive you mad now and again
Ink is in you
A dragon koi upon your back
Inserted just below the skin
A mindblowingly colorful attack
Ink is dark
By it’s very nature
Marking what it touches
Holding it in rapture
Ink fades
Old words upon a page
Harder to read with age
No matter how you rage
Ink runs
Sometimes it's hard to write
Even harder to read
When the page has become a smear
And you struggle to go on
Through the rain of your tears
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