looks like we picked the same topic, gl.
Bleeding Ink
i'm bleeding ink, painting pictures
training saints, amazing listeners
rays of art, in a haze of business
a perfect day, that hasn't finished
its burning inside me, and i drink up the flame
blood boils over, livening the ink in my veins
a pain unknown to most, and always seems to linger
staining all my pages, bleeding through my fingers
emotions i cant describe, but fueling the lantern
hoping to find words watching my hands move in patterns
back hurts, wrists ache, creating specific encryptions
of how i shaped the world, with defective depictions
perspective descriptions, opinions don't sell for nothing
but when i sit down and write, i know its for something
forget the unknown, see me let loose as latency stiffens
leaving markings in stone, with masonry precision
i rode my bike everyday, with one wheel and no spokes
just to carve my name in the bark of every old oak
i thought i was a joke, but failed to see the humour
the paper, once blank, was just a late bloomer
scratching magic with passion, can't catch what i see
fact is, my lyrics last as long as i breathe
and as long as i please...
'cause...
i'm bleeding ink, painting pictures
training saints, amazing listeners
rays of art, in a haze of business
a perfect day, that hasn't finished
this is what i live for...but lemme tell you something...
life aint fair, and sure hasn't been stable
but the only support i need, is a chair and a table
and i'll write till i die; when all my veins empty
two hundred people at my funeral...half havn't even met me
but they've heard of me...they came returning my blood
back when i sat in the rain writing words in the mud
can't get enough...and its why
my garden out front has orchids of every kind
and my backyard is the largest forest i could find
we write our own story, damn rights i'll figure out my end
the day when you pry my cold, dead fingers from the pen
i love watching the rest fail, when it takes me half the fight
the magics always with me, see...i dont even need hands to write
i'm bleeding ink, painting pictures
training saints, amazing listeners
rays of art, in a haze of business
a perfect day, that hasn't finished
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done.