Frozen page...

Penning oodles of writes,
Scribbles dipped in red,
Red of my blood,
Ink of my soul,
I live by...

I wonder,right here,
What if my breath,
It does a stop, now?
And I feel life
Oozing out...

My pen slips off,
From my grip,
And this page,
It freezes,
As I...