Ink in my veins...
Loving the scribbling of the pen to paper.
Thoughts racing.
Late nights up.
Too many questions.
Not enough answers.
Creativity boiling to the top.
Saying things with a pen.
The mouth is not brave enough to speak.
Dig deep for hidden meanings.
Disguising the pain.
Celebrate happiness.
Building inner strength.
Growing to become a better man.
Giving the voices deep within.
An outlet to escape.
Others sharing the same thoughts.
Unsure how to deal.
Or express.
Handing out comfort when is needed.
Advice masked through out the rhymes.
Physically where my body is.
Mentally elsewhere.
Never alone with the characters trapped in the mind.
Their pain is my pain.
Their loss is also mine.
When they feel love my heart beats for them.
When they are happy I have no choice but to smile.
Feeling a tinge of victory deep inside when the good guys win.
Never ending exorcising of demons.
Constantly haunted by the fear of the unknown.
Becoming both the hero and the villain within.
Always battling dragons.
With a notebook.
And a pen.
The dragon's fire singes the paper.
His claws cut deep.
Not a single drop of blood is shed from the cut.
The only thing that is spills.
Ink.
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