Deep, Dark puddle of ink:

Deep, dark puddle made of ink,

Falling, Falling

Watch me sink.

Staring at me,

An unknown face.

Truly, truly

A disgrace.

A world of darkness.

Filled with despair.

Although (when younger),

I couldn't care!

The pen falls down.

Echo, echo, echo.

Noise in my head.

Someone holds out their hand to me,

Closing, closing

I can't see.

Just a blur.

In my head.

A question! A question!

Am I dead?

Crying, crying.

Crying blood.

Sinking, sinking.

It's not a dud.

Watching, watching

Watch me sink.

In the deep, dark puddle.

Made of ink.