Lying in bed
Thinking about nothing
Staring at the ceiling
Thinking about nothing
Grabbing my phone
Forgetting the reason
Grabbing my book
Feel no motivation to read it

Grabbing my quill and ink
Writing in a blink
To let my thoughts sink
As my body and mind sink into that deep blue
Trying to break through
Stones engraved on me like a tattoo
They fade but return
Darkness is my inker
And my thoughts are the ink