She stares out of the crowd
silent, as her ears make the only sound.
she's numb to the movements she makes
the sun shining in the blur of faces.
If only they knew just why the pen moves,
why the gun shakes, or how the brain aches.
Looking down, it looks as empty as the sea,
but I keep feeding the fishes, and they feed me.
Give me all I need, but I cant see,
somehow it's not enough to satisfy those needs.
Every inch of my brain, transcribed on the sheet,
flooding out as the liquid, black ink gold.
From me to you, you can never know.
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