Black Velvet Rose: Book of Thorns
pen to paper, ink to stain
with each letter a little closer to the end.
dust gathers between the lines
cracks filles with sand from the hourglass of time.
within each syllable and lyrical tug
a time, a memory written left unwillingly behind.
the words smile upon this white paper skin
between each period or question mark a continuouse sin.
life expelled from mere words written by this hand
with pain flowing from these limbs numbing the pen.
a collision course that never sleeps
erasing these lines erasing the fear in me.
the weight of the press holds me firmly
between the lines of the living and the dress of death.
to put a letter in front of the other gets harder each day
the cracks in the ink becomes harder to fill in with my struggle eternally.
it is a truth written between pen and mind
a fight setting with the moon not able to hold on.
© 2012 Black Velvet Rose.
Prisoner Of The Pen
