My book is full spilled ink form no words And who are you t..
Added 2021-07-21 00:23:39 +0000 UTCMy book is full
spilled ink form no words
And who are you to think
You could read this masterpiece
Skin of century old papyrus
pigment stories memory cannot see
Picture me unframed
An artwork snarled in travesty
Imprisoning by what’s lost and passed
Created by those who inherit history
atop the bodies of slain secrets
My book is full of reckoning
Spilled bl00d soak the promising
My book is heavy
It’s rotten to the core
Your book is unwritten
I colour in dreadful strokes of delight
Who was I to think
I could write your story for you
You, wind lapping the waves of seas
You’re a ch!ld of their fortune
Free of the curse of curiosity
Your time will come
I fell for your simplicity
I fell into those pages of shade
Defiled them with my madness
Leaking from the holes in my heart
I thought you were mine
but when the rain came it washed away
Your book, the book
Full of empty promises
My time has come
And your time is up
