Spilt ink, broken nibs,
Cramped papers, crinkled lids,
Trickling blood, fractured ribs,
Lifeless gazes peering, sneering at my ruins.

Nicotine nails, gloom sought in my eyes,
Wavering fingertips, nowhere to point,
A frowned face, a drowned mind,
Freshly cut lines down my spine.

Cuts heal cuts, so I...