Ink drips off a snow white sketchpad
It seems to form an indistinguishable blob
The artist didn't think it looked that bad
As she breathed in, her heart began to throb

The pencil drew ink as it glided along the canvas
It ranged from blue, grey to white
Until it hit the color of her black abyss
the artist started her internal fight

Her strokes curled into oceans
Each one drew the darkest of blue ink
All her oceans cried broken,
Her art meant more than you think