In ink and pain, the tales I sow,
My soul on paper starts to flow.
Each drop a story, raw and pure,
Crafting art that shall endure.
Bleeding thoughts in crimson hue,
Staining pages, feelings true.
With each stroke, a masterpiece,
A portrait born, a soul released.
Through pain and words, the canvas thrives,
An award-winning tale of lives.
The bleed on paper, now a part,
A masterpiece from a bleeding heart.
In silent whispers, echoes deep,
Ink spills secrets, emotions steep.
The bleeding pen, a conduit true,
Transforms agony to a portrait anew.
From every tear, a vibrant hue,
A masterpiece born, as if on cue.
The pain, the joy, all intertwine,
On paper, a portrait, divine design.
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Nice poem!