But I don’t know how to bleed

And when I bleed,
I wish I could bleed into art.
But I don’t know how, or where to start.



I can’t simply regurgitate my pain on a piece of paper.



It has to be seen as poetic,
To be felt as romantic.
But I don’t know how
To write something so fantastic.
If only I could play with the words…



It has to be interpreted as dramatic
And to be felt as frightening.
But I don’t know how
To paint something so ecstatic.
If only I could play with the colours…



It has to be heard as stunning,
To make you feel like dying.
But I don’t know how
To sing something so exciting.
If only I could play with the notes…



It has to be known that it’s my pencil’s blood,
The tool with which I design my art.
But when I bleed,
I’ll never truly know how to bleed into art.

Published by patryswritings

I am a reader, a writer and a dreamer. I like to believe that I am really good at the first and last thing. However, I don't think that I am the best person to say how good I am at writing. Which is why I'm looking everywhere for feedback. :)

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