March 2012
1 post
1 tag
Spilled Ink 5
So you Pray…. The pen slams the page The black dots don’t belong, Never have never will but you ink notes still and compose your own song though you know ‘this is wrong’ but you still write along when the song is complete all the ink starts to bleed realize you don’t need what you thought and perceived and it hurts numb and long nauseating and strong to compose such a...
