Ink
Ink splattered across my brow
Hold the pen don't let it fall
All their stares part the crowd.
Don't let them jump the wall
Hold me at the bay
Water rushing my lungs
I feel myself giving away
One more song to be sung
Take my ribs one by one
Make a beautiful picture
Nothing left to me, I'm done
Another mess of a creature
Because I'm now left unsung
Ribbons of my mind
Gray scaled at heart
Tattered to far too bind
They have played their part
There's nothing left to find
Maybe it's just gone
That beautiful mess
Nothing left for dawn
I've failed the test
You'll be just another pawn
This poem is about:
Me