You Ruined Me

08/26/2006
You spilled your ink onto my breast
and it leaked through into my heart.

How do I get that stain out?
And do I care if words and thoughts
have forever soiled my spirit?
My hand rests upon this surface, still
Not tending to the blackness...
Better than any brush or pen...
Your ink upon my breast.

~Cake~
Know the Rain Here By Geoff Baker