I'm a bit rusty xd
My pen is running out of ink
It might disappear in just one blink.
But that didn't stop it from giving life to words,
It's sharper than all your bloodstained swords.
With these blurry accidents on paper,
I've fought demons and bruised disasters
And now I'm not afraid to rhyme again and again
with this beat up pen.
I'll get inspiration out of trees, colors, the sky, your eyes,
I'll see the truth in each and every lie
I'll run out of ink but not words;
let them grow wings like a bird's
Let them soar high
Let them, once more, give you life.