See the words fall onto the page, see them collect the magic. There is a place that only the ink weaver goes, This is a place that can keep the nightmares at bay. Thrown into a world of utter confusion, From the pain and sorrow there is no seclusion. Off balance living on the razors edge, I'm walking on the tight wire. The unending desire to put pen to page, the tumble of thoughts twisting and turning. Feeling the desire of unspoken words it's inkhearts world. Inkheart the magical poet, unforgettable, devourer of paper, Scarred and adorned by humanity and reality.