Put the pen to paper,
It’s the only way I know,
To drag the darkness
From my soul
And light it up
For the world to see
Its ugly majesty.
For when it dwells too long inside
I burrow deep into the sands
Of history
I lose my breath deep underground,
Forgetting how to reach out.
Forgetting what it is to see the sun.
Forgetting what it is to be me.
So we open the veins of shadows,
Draw out the poison of my disease
And try to find the way
Back to the sky.
My underground war,
With cordite in the darkness,
Has to end at dawn.
The battle today
May have been lost,
In none of the ways that count,
But it hurts the same.
I know I am healing,
Bit by bit,
And day by bitter day,
But for tonight
I’ll bleed onto the page,
And write my pain away.
May 2, 2025
May 2, 2025 at 9:44 AM UTC
Put the pen to paper,
It’s the only way I know,
To drag the darkness
From my soul
And light it up
For the world to see
Its ugly majesty.
For when it dwells too long inside
I burrow deep into the sands
Of history
I lose my breath deep underground,
Forgetting how to reach out.
Forgetting what it is to see the sun.
Forgetting what it is to be me.
So we open the veins of shadows,
Draw out the poison of my disease
And try to find the way
Back to the sky.
My underground war,
With cordite in the darkness,
Has to end at dawn.
The battle today
May have been lost,
In none of the ways that count,
But it hurts the same.
I know I am healing,
Bit by bit,
And day by bitter day,
But for tonight
I’ll bleed onto the page,
And write my pain away.
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