I\'m a pen with invisible ink,
a tub of black fluid I sink.
words form, sentences are born,
notebook paper, rippling torn.
ocean waves flash on the page,
blue lines, wet teardrops enraged.
my scripts, my water dripping,
about empty, slowly I\'m slipping.
quill etched, into my eyes stretched,
pass my blank infused pages wedged.
I\'m a pen with invisible ink,
a tub of black fluid I sink.