Pyzow!, Maiden King, Sam Genualdi - Black Ink, Pt. 1

Two years staring at the page
Three years since you felt the spark of something
Moving inside your brain
Pulled to the screen
Pulled to the rescue
Pulled too deep to breathe
I wanna be pulled by something different today
They said 'write what you know'
But you thought too much
If you write it, it might come real
There are things you've felt you don't want friends to feel
So you bite your pen and you suck it in
Black ink dripping down your chin
If you can keep it from the page you just might keep it in
But it pools in your mouth and it stains your teeth
And it trickles into your lungs
There are songs you could write you don't want to be sung
You bleed
You cry
You piss off the big guy
But you won't let one little drop of black ink drip out of your mouth
You said you don't know
It feels weird
You're not sure
But you're not scared
I've been thinking about your big mouth
Your sore throat
Your tight fists
Beating down on your heavy chest
How come I never see you in a white shirt?
What's that about?
Where did you hide those stains that won't come out?
And where'd you get a black tongue like that?
Like mine, still wet
When did you learn to swallow like that?
You bleed
You cry
You piss off the big guy
But you won't let one little drop of black ink drip out of your mouth

Written by:
Ivan Pyzow

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