

Blood Ink Blood InkBlood Ink by *rainonwednesday
It seems silly to regret
All the years I spent regretting
And yet there is no forgetting
All I tried so hard to forget:
These are realities I've met
And the way my fortune has been meted out
In such an illogical roundabout
I have six years to count
That do not count.
How then do I return to the beginning
When I am so close to the end?
Is there any chance of winning
When the losing years won't bend?
I do regret the hardship--
I do regret the pain
But at least the blood that has been splattered
Can tint my ink again.