Black and Blue

Pieces of me live on through ink and desperation

I scream my lungs out in blue and black ink

 as I await my salvation

Panic

Doubt 

Anger

Fear,

fuel my depression.

For a moment I cease to be in existence 

as l put my mind and soul into a tiny page 

and hope it doesn't boil over

I cut myself open 

and all that comes out is blue and black ink.

My fingers move across the paper and for awhile, 

life is good again 

and I'm back in 2017.

Basically teleported,

 the tech for this isn't born yet but mine is forged from ink.