Ink Bleeder

I am Writer.
Writer of music and
words that flow onto
black and white,
the unblind colors
in my eyes.
There's nothing that
means more to them
than the pen I hold
between my teeth,
that stains my lips black
when I bite too hard
and the ink
spills on my white palms.
I go with it,
and bleed the ink
on my matching keys
that play my music
my eyes long to hear.