Jul 11, 2006 03:50
when i can't sleep, i write
spill ink onto the canvas of the night
where the shadows blur the lines
between my hands and the marks they make
my pen stays steady as my body shakes
under the weight of wasted time
ink stains my paper in black and blue
hands smudge the route to get back to you
lost in the sea formed by my shattered pen
i won't be back again
continue on as though
you've got no choice, theres no place left to go
no rescue from the thirteenth floor
you look inside
for strength, for luck, for another place to hide
from whats raising from below
when i can't sleep, i find
tonights the night i start to feel alive