There is ink in my heart and blood on my skin
Crying and smiling, so many feelings within
I just want to sleep but the clock won't lie
When can I stop running I feel I may die
This fight with no end and no means to begin
Stain me with ink while blood rushes in
Fly if you can broken wings are no use
You're still loved my friend find a better excuse
Devouring oceans what is this song
I'll try to remember it's taking quite long
Spilling the ink and blotting the blood
Painting these pictures with water and mud
Build me a kingdom ruled by none
Fill wells with sugar it'll be more fun
Cracking wood of a child's dream
The ink worth a shilling the blood a sun beam

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PoetryPoems of my own creation, my personal outlet for emotion. Please, enjoy.