FLAVOURED INK

My fluid is savoured

It' taste is relished

Blended in natural ingredients

Garnished in spicy elements.

Boiling to bleed 

Seeking to lead

It turned me to a bloody writer

In a glorious cluster.

With it I have raped many pages

With it I have disvirgined many journals

I murdered several books

I slaughtered various diaries.

It's pigment makes my life segment colourful

It's aroma makes my aura tasteful

It's rhythm is a sweet melody

It's symphony, a sugary harmony.

Sweetened to Love

Unfermented to heal

Perfumed to entice

My ink is indeed flavoured

FLAVOURED INK.

If writing is felony

I'm inevitably guilty

And I gladly accept my penalty

Without an enmity.