The abuse breaks words
The abuse breaks thoughts
Scribbling line after line
Scribbling a covered mouth throughout stolen time
Past inspirations get put in the corner of the room
Past realizations get lost in one’s doom
Imperfections are so honest
They become so real they must be perfection
Imperfections are your voice
With thoughts that have no choice
Kiss me before you go
For your distractions, I’ll miss them so
Scribbled thoughts rest on crumpled pages
This life is ending throughout all ages
You can’t remember what made you write in the first place
You look in a broken mirror and see not your own face
And so you save the next page
For this empty paper you dare not waste
You’ve seen the world through your window
And so you gather all that belongs
You’ve seen the world through empty eyes
And so you listen to a silent song
