Ink
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Dark ink, thrown in/on a sheet of paper,
Precious therapy for my mind,
It's scathing like thoughts
I put in the hands of world.
Burn,
Full pages burn while a wall
Made of silence grows.
I got to give my all
So that no one knows,
I got to give my all
Without a word makes noise
Tracing lines that scratch inside.
I can exist in a sign
And feel myself free,
I can exist in a fragment
Of reality and wish to escape outside
It's always by my side this two-dimensional playground
I don't look around
Burn,
Full pages burn while a wall
Made of silence grows.
I'm not sorry, and I could explain but I can't think
When I will become only a gust in the rain,
When I'll feel the void around me
And the restless silence of absence of time,
If those words will remain or fade,
While the dark ink still burns
In a drawer.
Burn,
Full pages burn while a wall
Made of silence grows.
Burn,
Full pages burn while a wall
Made of silence grows.
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