My Ink

I want to be left alone

Alone to rot in this dark cell

This dark cell that is my mind

Mind filled with dark thoughts

Dark thoughts that hold me captive

Let the floodgates be open to these thoughts

Let these thoughts overwhelm me

So my mind can be free

Free to wander the streets of creativity

The streets of creativity

Where I first lost innocence

On the heels of fleeting passion

And wandering thoughts

Oh... To bask in these thoughts

Dark thoughts of a dark place

A place of freedom

Freedom from these procedures

Procedures that numb my mind

And steal my ink

My ink

I need my ink

My beautiful ink

To lead me to the land of creativity

The land of creativity

Where I met you,

My love

My star borne love

Under the tree of red roses

Roses that grew as our love grew

That spot where I first set my eyes on yours

Eyes that lit me up with fire

Fire that consumed me whole

Fiery fire of passion

Passion that burns deep in my soul

Fuelled by the ink flowing through your veins

I need you my love

I need to go back

Back to that state of oneness

With you

Without procedures

Procedures are unnecessary

Where the fires of our passion

Sets the forest ablaze