Black bile is leaking from my eyes, my mouth;
I need to let it out onto the page;
This is the only way I can survive;
It is my curse; the price I pay.
A deal was made, long ago,
And the Devil said, “You will have to pay:
If you bleed for me you can have this gift,
Of Insight, and of Clarity,
“But first, you must bleed –
It is the price you have to pay.”
I apologize if my poems have been a little depressing of late. A lot of what I’ve been posting recently is old stuff, which is going to go into another poetry collection to be published by myself soon (more details coming soon). I’m a happier person these days, I promise!