Drink my ink-blood.

Drink my ink-blood, empty canvass,

Draw from me my life-blood’s rage,

Spool it on red thread and fling it

Out across this silent page;

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Bleed me pale and still and silent,

Take the black-red rivers running,

Twist them into spiders webs

And dancing shapes and words of cunning;

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Paint the fires in the sky,

Trace the lines of laughing faces,

Write my ink blood into tales

Of golden domes and far-off places.

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Let the sunset bleed with me,

Let the streets run red with art,

I give my soul, I give my madness,

I give the life blood from my heart.