I simply write for the noise
To be beaten with ink, no flesh
Sinking by bright red wins or
The pupil’s last spin; I simply
Write to scream away these
Dreams and feel static around me
Rather than the colours of shining
Monsters that dance in these
Clouds which can be so consuming.
I simply write, but it is not simple,
For the reasons beyond it are unlike
And yet alike to all the words that
Flow through every fighting soul.
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 10:45 PM UTC
I simply write for the noise
To be beaten with ink, no flesh
Sinking by bright red wins or
The pupil’s last spin; I simply
Write to scream away these
Dreams and feel static around me
Rather than the colours of shining
Monsters that dance in these
Clouds which can be so consuming.
I simply write, but it is not simple,
For the reasons beyond it are unlike
And yet alike to all the words that
Flow through every fighting soul.
