Blood Stained Pages

As I write the words in this misery of life, tears fall with each reminder of the pain and sorrow felt by all. Crimson drips from the tip of this quill pen, that which is the extension of my haunted mind. I smear it with each dot of an I or cross of a T. Until I find that perfect mixture of blood and tears, the concoction which shall feed the appetite of my loyal dregs. Yes, those who have followed me into the darkness and back. This my friends is for you! A testament to your devotion. So I ask of you, say hello to the hollow and join me one more time inside these Blood - Stained pages.