The Vigilante Of Clockwork

Chalk Drawings

It's been awhile,

Since I've drawn the truth,

Curves and shadows make a beautiful picture,

But the very paper is making a noose.

I've seen so many skies,

Blue to a red dancing with pink and gold,

They play a certain silence,

I wish it wasn't followed by a night so cold.

It's hard to breathe,

Underground,

My walls are lined with chalk drawings,

Each making too much sound.

These voices are my venom,

And the bleeding ink is my cure,

I'm gone again,

Back in the moment tragedy's sure.

I've seen so many skies,

Blue to a gray painted with water carrying a story to be told,

They play a certain silence,

I just wish it wasn't followed by a night so cold.

I'm not afraid of the dark,

My words lost beneath my drawings,

Curves and shadows make a beautiful picture,

But the very paper is keeping me from talking.

-Victoria xX