Ink

Dark ink, thrown in/on a sheet of paper Precious therapy for my mind It's scathing like thoughts I put in the hands of world Burn Full pages burn while a wall Made of silence grows I got to give my all So that no one knows I got to give my all Without a word makes noise Tracing lines that scratch inside I can exist in a sign And feel myself free I can exist in a fragment Of reality and wish to escape outside It's always by my side this two-dimensional playground I don't look around Burn Full pages burn while a wall Made of silence grows I'm not sorry, and I could explain but I can't think When I will become only a gust in the rain When I'll feel the void around me And the restless silence of absence of time If those words will remain or fade While the dark ink still burns In a drawer Burn Full pages burn while a wall Made of silence grows Burn Full pages burn while a wall Made of silence grows