knives made of paper

if you cut me
with knives made of paper

I will bleed
ink as black as death 

words will pour from my veins
in torrents and streams

never ending
or so it seems

my life is a poem 
my days made of verses 

each second a letter
on the page of this world

if you cut me
with knives made of paper

I will bleed ink blacker than death 

if you cut me
with knives made of paper

it is something 
you're sure to regret.

for if you cut me with knives made of paper
and out spills ink blacker than death 

it will stain your pretty white paper
and that will be the end of it.