Bleeding the Ink

I feel like we’re dancing on quicksand.
To the sound of the timer ticking at the top of our head.
How much longer can we run on empty how much longer can we run.
We let our scars show no regrets for our lessons learn.
Because I’ve come to understand, nothing here is given it’s earned.
So let’s take it back.
We’re bleeding the ink thicker than water.
These pages are blank, we are the authors.
We’re bleeding the ink thicker than water.
We’re set to collide, we’ll never falter.
We’re bleeding the ink thicker than water.
These pages are blank, we are the authors.
What can we do
What can we do to feel whole again?
I can’t pave pass this dead end road.
Fighting for nothing back and forth, back and forth.
The truth I’ve made have different kind of shades.
And I’m shaking at the thought that I’ve lost what I could never replace.
Leeches sleeping under my skin making a meal of my marrow, fear has me frozen,
my visions getting narrow.
Season the wound for the vultures circling around my head.
We let our scars show no regrets for our lessons learn.
Because I’ve come to understand, nothing here is given it’s earned.
So let’s take it back.
We’re bleeding the ink thicker than water.
These pages are blank, we are the authors.
We’re bleeding the ink thicker than water.
We’re set to collide, we’ll never falter.
We’re bleeding the ink thicker than water.
These pages are blank, we are the authors.
(The pages are blank.)
Disconnect me before I set fire. I cannot be rewired.
Smoke in my eyes I refuse to retired.
I cannot be rewired.
(The pages are blank.)