Ink

With lines derived in the pits of broken land
Words cast together on the labor of broken skin
Projects messages sealed in the lips of their kin
Here does our story begin…

With violent slashes and lashes against their backs
Deep permanent scars wale its once unsullied brim
As the blood of my ink dries in their tracks
The gashes of words conform aestheticism

With silent cries as loud as an army of men
Upon these delicate walls their wrath descend
Their ashes burn like the pit of hell
Revealing the untold story we must tell

©theSpillingInk

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