“When I Die”

When you think I've left this earth.
Look closely and you'll find that I'm still here.
I left a trail made of; ink, blood, tears, smiles and lead.

My blood made of ink and pencil lead will not allow me to be dead.

My blood inked many of a tear.
Some on my behalf as well as what others did fear.

My blood inked many memories that made me smile.

So when in doubt, follow my paper trail and you'll find me there.
~SacredInkedBlood 05/08/2018

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