
The final capful of ink
Absorbed inside this pen
To write what shouldn’t be said
But heavy thoughts don’t lie
Dwelling in this absence of light
Sequestered in oblivion
Everything is cold
And I am alone.
The final capful of ink
Absorbed inside this pen
To write what shouldn’t be said
But heavy thoughts don’t lie
Dwelling in this absence of light
Sequestered in oblivion
Everything is cold
And I am alone.