the universe bleeds it.
the stigmata of your words.
My words, they linger in my throat.
The pages blank, the pen inert.
She used to dance within my mind.
Her melodies a gift, a curse.
To fill the void, to light the way.
And bring my pen to life today.
Perhaps she's taken just a break.
Perhaps she's taken just a break.
Or found a new soul to awake.
With all her fire and passion to burn.
I'm unhurt any longer.
For even without her, I'll create.
In search of something yet unknown.
With all her fire and passion to burn.
I'm unhurt any longer.
For even without her, I'll create.
In search of something yet unknown.