Ink

Dark ink thrown in 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