You don’t hear my mind screaming
But this is the place,
Where my pen sits calmly
Waiting for me every moonrise
You don’t see my blue veins
But this is the place,
Where they empty themselves
To refill them in the morning
This is the moment when I pour down the ink-
Mix it with my sorrow,
And stain all the papers with my blood
This is as wonderful and painful as it gets,
But you don’t hear my scars giggling
Pretending they’re tough
Or my silver shivering
Whispering to me stuff
I'm here when you need me
I'm all yours
Come hold my blue skin am aching
But you don’t hear my bones begging for more
The way I wanted you to
You don’t see my eyes bleeding
The way I wanted you to
You don’t see the big picture,
The way I drew it for you
This is the place
Where my pen overdoses on my thoughts
Here,I see through everything, I never get cold
You will never see me hiding
Silver Liquor, Plastic Swan
