now do you believe in rock and roll

[clevermelinda]

The ink flows
from my pen (eyes)

The demons we all
fight
daily
engulf our insides as
swiftly as a storm
engulfs
AND RAVAGES
a lonely seaside town.
You think "wouldn't it be Neat if
we bled ink?"
We all slowly act out
our roles.

and cut.

-myRee