On the paper lies my blood
my pencil is a vein
take them from me and you've locked me up
and I'm left with just my brain.
If my heart's removed from what I say
I know I must refrain
from spouting worthless, empty words
I beg you,
Let creativity remain.
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
On the paper lies my blood
my pencil is a vein
take them from me and you've locked me up
and I'm left with just my brain.
If my heart's removed from what I say
I know I must refrain
from spouting worthless, empty words
I beg you,
Let creativity remain.
--Ace
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