Razor wire tears the palms to shreds as poison stains the tongue
Memories are tattooed onto the soul as the broken song echoes over and over.
Happiness rips through the body like a warm bullet through flesh.
Fear worms its way through the veins like a bitter venom.
When the days pass you by, being young claws at you like a hungry beast.
Yesterday makes us who we are and tomorrow reminds us of whom we could be.
Passions flow through the tip like blood through an open wound.
Keys dance around my head in the melody only the crazy man knows.
Blood flows through your veins, but ink and endless stories flow through mine.
Everywhere is quiet when the only sound you hear is the pencil creating its melody on my skin.
My curse is to watch the world pass by as it spirals into oblivion.
The Reaper does the work no one else dares as I bleed his story into the fabric of time..