Red Ink - Sara Jackson-Holman

These walls encroach upon me, silently aproach me

Done every way but without a sound

Thoughts abound, time we will miss so I taste

Makes me yearn to be free yearn to see the light again

The air bloated with greed for unreachable things

Past your eyes I can’t trust, they’re so full of lies

Fine words fall from your mouth like dust

They’re pretty but I’m waiting for the rain cuz they’ll rust

Words pulse like blood through the corridors of my heart

They pulse and pound, taking me worlds apart

From my pen the red ink ebbs and it flows

Paper stained with my yearnings to be free

Fog falls at the galls, they smuggle cigarettes

Reducing ---- ------- to a mere silouette

I watch them shape shift through the fog-laced city

Makes me yearn to be free yearn to see the sun again

Words pulse like blood through the corridors of my heart

They pulse and pound, taking me worlds apart

From my pen the red ink ebbs and it flows

Paper stained with my yearnings to be free

Words pulse like blood through the corridors of my heart

They pulse and pound, taking me worlds apart

From my pen the red ink ebbs and it flows

Paper stained with my yearnings to be free