Ink,
I have ink on my face,
A preciouse red ink,
That many humans crave,
Some say it looks like blood,
Some say it really is,
And I say,
Give it to me,
And if it really is blood,
I feel sorry for the one who lost it,
But that's the problum,
I care too much,
And it's that weakness,
Of fear for being alone,
That caused me to fall,
And drop the pen,
Wich is how I wound up,
With red ink on my face