Ink

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…