what is a paper without lines
these sullen faces show no decline
or any remorse for their action
im not a poet if I cannot write
about these tragic spiritual beings in my sight
you, beautiful devil, are my inspiration
this square paper and these four walls
so whitewashed with ambitions so tall
holding my pen like I wanna hug my freedom
the silence is suffocating
nails on the chalkboard, mandating
every thought in this epitome of a prison
the clock is tick tick ticking down
tick tick ticking without a sound
the boredom gaining excellent momentum
I ran out of ink, ill have to use blood
im running out of sanity, 6 feet under the mud
I guess that would mean that I am done
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC
what is a paper without lines
these sullen faces show no decline
or any remorse for their action
im not a poet if I cannot write
about these tragic spiritual beings in my sight
you, beautiful devil, are my inspiration
this square paper and these four walls
so whitewashed with ambitions so tall
holding my pen like I wanna hug my freedom
the silence is suffocating
nails on the chalkboard, mandating
every thought in this epitome of a prison
the clock is tick tick ticking down
tick tick ticking without a sound
the boredom gaining excellent momentum
I ran out of ink, ill have to use blood
im running out of sanity, 6 feet under the mud
I guess that would mean that I am done
