It’s time to bleed again.
Time to turn pain into pleasure
Confusion into peace
Respite, release from the demons whispering “you’re better off deceased.”
I know there are years inside of you.
Years that melted together making it impossible to break free.
And you wanna be free, don’t you?
You’d give anything-
Submit to anything-
You’ve tried damn near anything
And chaos is all it brings, to date-
The only thing that works is sitting and inking
Let it bleed.
Let’s get free.