The Vintage Loner (evidentdecay) wrote in gardenofwhores,
The Vintage Loner
evidentdecay
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"ink"

The pen bled through me and i could not stop it
there was something about my mind that let it flow
i began to cry ink, and felt it trickle down my spine
i feel asthough my veins are staind
the pen said i would be ok
the pen ied to my broken face
if it wasnt for my pain, then pen would cease to live
the pen is not my friend
the pen is darker the you could ever know
i sold my soul to this tube of hate
i sold my only frend and my fucking fate
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