Bleeding Ink
Dancing steps resemble thy sins
Swiftly moving along the marble floor
Alas, my burises are unravelled
Longing for a lost warmth
Which I've found buried deep in these pages
Spitting ink from the viens of my pen
I slash through the words of my agony
Heedless thoughts adorn the filth that is,
Emotions crouched beneath layers of the flesh of my heart
Long lines may mean a lot
But the brief ones hold the most
Swiftly moving along the marble floor
Alas, my burises are unravelled
Longing for a lost warmth
Which I've found buried deep in these pages
Spitting ink from the viens of my pen
I slash through the words of my agony
Heedless thoughts adorn the filth that is,
Emotions crouched beneath layers of the flesh of my heart
Long lines may mean a lot
But the brief ones hold the most