Ink & Blood
Bleed.
Huh, Hemingway?
That’s what I ought to do?
At times I’ve tried, but tend to find, my blood just isn’t blue.
Like yours
The royalty of writers
The king some would say
If ink is blood
I suppose I must
Die
To write my name
Bleed.
Huh, Hemingway?
That’s what I ought to do?
At times I’ve tried, but tend to find, my blood just isn’t blue.
Like yours
The royalty of writers
The king some would say
If ink is blood
I suppose I must
Die
To write my name