White paper on a dark knight, bright in his eyes as he writes.
A Drop of ink
Fallen on to his shield
One drop of ink stranded on the paper.
he can look nowhere but there.
The black spot
It's brightness is blinding.
he fears, he panics.
Lost in thoughts
Sickness ripping his mind down to his throat
Like the drop of ink on the paper, integrated
Will this fear go he wonders.
Stuck in his thoughts as they fly wandering,
he looks at the spot he fears it is too deep, to far inside
he could see the darkness of his ink dripping through the insides of the paper
Like a virus in his blood
he urges to throw up
I don't want that black spot
7 months ago