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part."

It's already lost
It was over before it began
The dye has been cast
An admission we penned in ink:

"To the earth, I hope this message finds you

Write down my name in a notebook and let
The ink will start to spread, black ink
That her tears flowed with a list of pain
What kind of afterlife?
No

Thoughts turn into ink to keep my mind at bliss
The walls would of been covered if not for this
Thoughts scream in my head
I need to let them out

All hope is lost, your gods have failed
Carry your cross, here come the nails
Yours is a tale in ink bloodred
The sun is pale, tomorrow is dead

Fear -

an ink like blackness
Where the currents collide
A world of wonders
A realm of mystery
As I bleed
Into the embrace of the deep

The pressures are intense

machination

The gazing of luminous hellfire imposes intimacy
The perspectival sensation of death overwhelms

Ink black apparitions violently suppress

As the ink will dry in
Our mistakes forever
Kept my muse stretched so thin
Just to smooth out all the edges
And kept on watching my words
Head down, seen not

just smoke
Here comes the break
How fast, how fake
Aphrodite is dead my dear
Love is a joke

Just sign the paper's
They're only ink, They're only ink
Oh

A sky of freezing ink
Spills on the trembling stars 
Civilizations sink 
When February starts

A space of fitful sleep
Dividing nights and days 
Time

A sky of freezing ink
Spills on the trembling stars 
Civilizations sink 
When February starts

A space of fitful sleep
Dividing nights and days 
Time

filled with ink
But the end's got a pretty cryptic charm to it, don't you think?
We try not to disturb the neighbours with our fleeting flings
But we can't

No Longer Friends

Bryson Tiller

True to Self

2017

again like, uh
When am I seeing you again?
Ayy, when are we speaking again?
Shit, you look good with that ink on your skin
Hood, but you far from

mine
Linger
Linger
Linger
Like a hair on my shoulder
Linger
Just a hanging thought now
Lost among the air
I fall to the dark beyond repair
The ink sets

running out of ink
What can I do now?
If it wasn't me, who would write this story?
Full of drama or tragedies, without happy endings
And I'd like to end

In the well of ink he stood
There he stood
Voicing tales of madness and blood
Madness and blood
With his song he claimed my soul
Claimed my soul
I

the blood affect the dark that 
Runs through my heart

The ink has spilled onto the floor
And theres nothing left to save, you lost

I sometimes thought we

pain, the dullest knife

So there's no sun shing on Robson street
You've tipped your hat and escaped deafeat
And intent speaks louder than ink or pen
No,

ran out of ink 
By the time my thoughts made sense
I'm right where you left me
With little to no defense 

cutumn came and it has gone
But I'm still

You, show me, the ink, beneath your skin
And I, am a squid

Leaking ink into a pool where it collects
And draws you, in and out
I see your smile

My world in chains
Shop windows
Picture frames
Here I remain
Fresh ink stains
Tears on the page
Growing colder
All is frozen in time
Lines crease

Tell you everything
Write it down with paper and ink
Will you teach me how to think

Tell you everything
Write it down with paper and ink
Will you

Hands bleeding salted ink
To the floor
As it writhes to lose my grip, evermore

Warm waves of radiance
I trace in circles around your skull
I'll

That little black dress
Tattoos and black ink
Leather jacket on the bed and a muted TV.
Elevator takes her forty-one floors up.
Somebody's waiting

the next line 

Stay with me in this 
Place 
I don't want to be 
Erased 
Please don't let my ink 
Fade 

I grew up inside my head 
It was safer to escape