MY PEN OF BLOOD

When I write....
It is as though my blood runs from my veins and through my pen.
It's like it actually Runs my pain and emotions out of me and places it into what I am writing.
My pen of blood and sorrow can take my pain and sorrow and put it into my character that I have brought to life with a heart filled with hate and regrets; my laughter and my cries and just all of my emotions in general.
I can give it all to her and she can tell my story for me.
My thoughts that I think and never speak of;
My ideas that I have and no one else wants to hear about.
Dreams and visions that I have had throughout my life that no one else cares about or believes....
She shows it and she tells it for me.
She takes the pieces of my life so scattered that no one can make any since out of, including my own self at times and she puts it all together so beautifully, displaying my very soul for the world to see.
My pen of blood is a part of me;
My pen of blood represents who I really am.
No one in the world has any like it, or will they ever have my pen of blood in their hands for, even if they did manage to some how get a hold of it, they wouldnt know how to use it anyway because....
They don't have my D.N.A