I live in my mind,
A sea of ink therein I dwell,
Drowning me painting me dark,
The sun is dead,left his lover no more than a ball of rock,
No difference between day and night,
No way to tell the time,
My heart is out of sight,
Went out to do more crime,
My soul devoid of light,
No cure for a billion dime,
Amidst these curses,
At least I am awake,
And heaven has offered me salvation,
A pen in the grasp of my hand,
And an endless ink around me,
The more I use,The more I'm free.