In Ink

Black roses upon a hillside top,

They wither not,

Soulless ravens perched upon a cross,

Feeding on the hearts of the lost,

As clear as day, and as dark as night,

Discouraged spirits give up their fight,

And a boy becomes a man,

Through the blood in his hands,

Life turns to death,

And we lose faith in our breaths,

Promises are broken,

Just as quickly as they are spoken,

We never once had reasons to cry,

But that’s because “we” were a lie,

Beckon not what lies beneath a shadow,

For forgiveness will wake with tomorrow,

Inscribe these words upon my skin,

Before the world no longer spins,

Now these words will be our link,

The words emblazoned upon my heart,

WRITTEN IN INK.