Ink on paper.
The only thing that keeps me going.
As long as I write out my pain, I can keep myself sain.
But you should know that the ink is running low;
and the power to continue will dwindle into nothing.
I will fall into the deep where I will forever sleep;
just to put an end to this endless aching.
But for now, it shall remain, recording my life in vain, as ink on paper.
