PostAWeek 16: Bleeding Ink: A Metal Song of Hardcoreness
By David “Bleeding Quill”
Dysart
I was having a textual conversation with a friend of mine
when I mentioned that I should buy a quill and ink well. I was then informed
that the ink bleeds, which just sounded like an awesome metal song, so.... I
made an awesome metal song about it. I will say though, I don’t know anything
about music, don’t know how to write a song, and don’t listen to metal. I do
think I will make another pass of it though to make it even more metal.
Anyways, onto the song!
Bleeding Ink: A Metal Song of Hardcoreness
Paper.
Paper.
Paper.
Ink and paper
My ink bleeds on my paper
Blackness overtaking
... It’s purityyyyyyyyy
My mother told me
To color inside the line
Be the straight-laced
Be the good kind of kid,
But she never saw the ink
What I had to thiiiink
She never saw the ink
On my paper bleeeeeed
What she couldn’t see
The ink that I made bleed
The stories I had to tell
The words that I had to fell
Now I’m using my speech
To say what they wouldn’t teach
Just what had to be said
Before I become part of the deeeeaaad
I spill my inkwell
Stab the paper with my quill
Hear what I have to say
Write it all my way
I will just stand here
Bleeding my poetry
The world sucking
My life from me
My mother told me
To color inside the line
Be the straight-laced
Be the good kind of kid,
But she never saw the ink
What I had to thiiiink
She never saw the ink
On my paper bleeeeeed
What she couldn’t see
The ink that I made bleed
The stories I had to tell
The words that I had to fell
Now I’m using my speech
To say what they wouldn’t teach
Just what had to be said
Before I become part of the deeeeaaad
I spill my inkwell
Stab the paper with my quill
Hear what I have to say
Write it all my way
Mamma, what do you think of me now
You taught me a murder most foul
But the world just taught me murder
You’re either the sheep or the sheepherder
Now that you see me bleed
Sewn from your seed
Your son no longer the bank slate
Bred from your contempt and hate
The paper you created was meant to bleed
From the ink of the world, its lead
Sorry to disappoint you, you see
But this boy was meant to bleed
Listening to
Unicorns and puppies
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New to the PostAWeek?
These are the essential posts to see
3 – January Performer of
the Month – The first official appearance of Chuck and Tom on the PostAWeek,
and a good sampler of their style.
5, 6, 7 – The February
Performer of the Month Trilogy – The only Performer of the Month to span 3
posts, Chuck deals with a Batman-quoting Tom for over 1,500 words in this
three-bit of brilliance
8, 9, 10 – The Mile High
Diaries Trilogy – My yearly pilgrimage to the top of Mount Etatslac chronicled
for the future generations to tackle the peak, written article-style with
pulled quotes and all that jazz.
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