The words flew out of my pen
The ink tattooing the page
As black stains the once beautiful Earth.
The trees have sacrificed themselves
For the sake of art
Like the way a person may
Sacrifice their secrets for the sake
Of relating
And knowing
They are not alone.
With my spilled ink,
My line
breaks,
My sophisticated syntax,
I create art
Out of nothing
And everything.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
The words flew out of my pen
The ink tattooing the page
As black stains the once beautiful Earth.
The trees have sacrificed themselves
For the sake of art
Like the way a person may
Sacrifice their secrets for the sake
Of relating
And knowing
They are not alone.
With my spilled ink,
My line
breaks,
My sophisticated syntax,
I create art
Out of nothing
And everything.
