Blood - Ink

Blood If my isolated voice could drown your awful din And the abuse and your hate Your rants, I’d be ignoring But on my ideology, you constantly spit So bullets in your heart, I sink And I run hiding my face in a helmet

Ink If words could wound the skin And bullets could debate The few you asked, I’d be answering But you’d bleed when I cut and slit And while you lie dying in a puddle of ink I’d aim my quill at another of you and shoot