There's a story woven into the bend of my eyelashes,
Can you get close enough to read the shimmering pattern?
Would you be able to decipher and understand?
Or would they be nothing but eyelashes to you?

Shadow of the pen,

Meet my paper,

Tear it apart,

For my sake.

I keep extending out my expiration date,
Too scared of life to live,
Too scared of death to die,
So, why do I spend these nights,
Wondering what it'd look like,
If I met the blinding light.

Shadow of the pen,

Meet my paper,

Tear it apart,

For my sake.