A pen that bleeds Ink on pale sheets Which morphs to shapes And gradient fields Into a notebook I bound in black Embossed with names Of my once summoned saints But the ones in need The ones we need Are always coming back A golden shield Shines and reflects But wasn't built To parry all hits To protect A vulnerable spirit In a fragile shell Or a thought in your head You've never meant to tell I feel haunted And I blame everyone around When I should blame myself instead For a thousand reasons Which I can find written down in a book I wrote myself And when I cross the last border (From the once in need) And burn this last meaningful bridge (From the once we need) I will finish the last chapter (And they will never ever come back again) And reach the final page of this manuscript Then I will just close this book... Carve my name in it's spine and dare one last look And for the memories Of my futures' past There's this shelf; high enough For my regrets to rest