Ink - Ravenscry

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