Bleeding words

Sometimes I detest letting my emotions
bleed all over a blank paper
Crushing and discriminating sentences and words
to fit
to fit
to fit
to fit into an idea worthy of immortality

With every drop, flow and gush
of the blood of my blood
from this deadly hand
the words that ring in my head
soon sear and scream
pulsate
vibrate
through my veins
and out through a poisonous pen

Afterwards I rest again peacefully
knowing
that the one thing about this
detestable vital energy
is the one thing
that can save me