Nothing
March onward
Until my fingers bleed
Each time from scratch
I start again
No perfection to be found in repetition
Yet I can not stop
From starting over again
And again
Pain not in body
But in the corners of my mind
Screaming wordlessly within myself
Escape through my pen
Until my fingers bleed
Each time from scratch
I start again
No perfection to be found in repetition
Yet I can not stop
From starting over again
And again
Pain not in body
But in the corners of my mind
Screaming wordlessly within myself
Escape through my pen