im tired of living and living inside my brain
ink is just like the trauma you wash it but still leave stains
and stains are just like memories that dont wash down the drain
and memories are just thoughts that keep me wishing for the day
that my mind just stops talking and there is nothing left to say
the only way to truley get that ink to go away
is to know that it is hopeless and to throw the shirt away
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Author:
Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: the only way to remove ink stains it to throw away the shirt
- Category: Gothic
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A thought provoking write. Philosophical and close to the heart. Loved it.
thank you very much i try to get people to think not a lot of people do that anymore
Hold that shirt, just a few more stains will make a design. Wear the beautiful art that ink spills in your heart.
the ink spills into my brain cant get it out it just seeps into the heart
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