the pen flows sour
your trade is catching up with you
an underwhelming formula for success
and you like it that way
alone, surrounded and alone
bleeding hearts are dripping down your neck
falling down and soaked to the bone
and you come up to me
but you could not speak
your mouth was wired shut
you grabbed a pen and scarred me
but you drew yourself with x'es on your eyes
youwriteonthepaperthepaperwritesyou
your eyes.
