Anyone who has a dark poem can take part in this collaborative.
A life, a heart and a soul,
Paid in six easy installments to hell,
Three if I slice deep enough,
Drivin' these pins into my skin,
Until I hit the vein,
And I bleed 'til I don't care anymore,
But there's always something in my way,
Something that bandages the skin,
And I have to start over,
One day it'll work though,
And I'll be dead in my own blood,
No one can save me and I don't want them to.