The Black (of my pen)

I've gone a million miles
Inches at a time
When that pen hits the paper
Line after line
I know it's time to go
Run with the ink
Through these pages
I jot down
All these thoughts that I think

I've dreamt a million nightmares
This darkness that I breathe
So I get up
Immortalize them
Put my mind down at ease

My bleeding pen leaves bloodstains on my hands
Like a madman I smear it
In these dreams I sure can
Wander with the monsters
Expel my darkest thoughts
Play out this black imagination
For without these stories
They will rot

Stacks of cryptic writings filed deep then slip my mind
Until I come across them
At a later time
They tell the tales of nightmares that I dreamt and won't forget
The images are permanent they stay without regret

These well placed lines have taken me to the stars and back
Through hell and to it's pits
My pen has made the darkest black
Where the sun never shines and the wind is always cold and blowing
My next destination is unknown
But I am going while the ink is flowing

Adding detail to the scenery
I see ravens drenched in shiny black
A moon so big I can feel the glow
And rain upon my back
I smell the seasons
And hear the bats above
The vampires dance in the sky
Confessing undying love
Oceans rage with leviathans at play
Waves as large as the mountains
The mountains where giants lay

Myself
I wander like ghost
Unseen by these creations
For I'm the parasitic host

I close the books
And let the nightmares creep
Adding to the dream world
I close my eyes and sleep