Brush away the cobwebs
Watch the darkness fall
Read between the lines
These are ink stained fingers after all
'
Scribbled lines and bloodstained paper
All before the morning light
Written with a feathered pen
Pages and letters all through the night
'
I'm writing it all in the dark
At least as far as I am able
The shadows never leave these walls
Except for underneath this table
'
Because twisted tales and tattered trails
Are all dreams that I've seen
But the thoughts that fill my head as of late
Are of the kind I'm not too keen
'
And hiding underneath this table
From the fits of which I tend to lapse
Is all that is keeping the madness at bay
And maybe I'll get some sleep tonight, perhaps
'
These papercuts and ink stained fingers
Are only memories of a fearful fight
But they have their purpose and remind me
Of the times I've made it through the night
