My Blood

Ink flows in my veins, like a river that never ends --- Cold as an arctic glacier, then suddenly hot as the fires of Mercury --- These changes in it's temperature are sudden --- Sometimes when I am very still, I can feel the very essence of life in it, Leaving me feeling bewildered --- None the less this wondrous fluid continues to flow --- I pick up my pen to write --- Much to my surprise what issues forth is not ink, instead it is my blood.