Tuesday, February 4, 2025

Dead Black Ink

I ran away from home, first moment I was all alone
With a fear of being where there's only the darkness
Solitude is horror if it only brings a poverty of time
I've nothing inside, all by my self, I've no real home
Others around me live, I live despite being a carcass
I am bleeding ink, tossing words together in rhymes
Only to be forgotten and dismembered in my mind