Moegetaku
Depressed Psychologist
- Nov 2, 2020
- 25
When the ink stops flowing
The pen keeps writing
The ink keeps flowing
The words cut my skin
And penetrate my mind
The words full of sorrow
The words full of pain
The words full of agony
And out comes blood red rain
Yet the pen keeps writing
And the ink keeps flowing
Despite how hurt I get
Despite the carnage I feel
Despite the damage it does
Despite the fatalities it deals
The writings are of love
The words, colourful as shades of rose
But I never get to touch the petals
Only the splicing thorns
And I understand what the ink tells
That I don't belong here
That I am an anomaly
That this isn't my turf
My only future is dying lonely
And that's when the ink'll stop flowing
The pen keeps writing
The ink keeps flowing
The words cut my skin
And penetrate my mind
The words full of sorrow
The words full of pain
The words full of agony
And out comes blood red rain
Yet the pen keeps writing
And the ink keeps flowing
Despite how hurt I get
Despite the carnage I feel
Despite the damage it does
Despite the fatalities it deals
The writings are of love
The words, colourful as shades of rose
But I never get to touch the petals
Only the splicing thorns
And I understand what the ink tells
That I don't belong here
That I am an anomaly
That this isn't my turf
My only future is dying lonely
And that's when the ink'll stop flowing
