Ink

Line approaching line End apprehending end Inching closer and closer Windows closing Exhaling impaired judgement Like father like son A replica more flawed than the archetype Hoping desperately my pen runs dry While procuring more and more ink Put the period on this sick fucking run on sentence And I can't blame you For what you've been dealt The sting of neglect A mother's love unfelt But where do I turn when I feel the same? This is a shared burden, no passing on the blame Line approaching line End apprehending end Inching closer and closer Windows closing Exhaling impaired judgement Like father like son A replica more flawed than the archetype Hoping desperately my pen runs dry While procuring more and more ink Scribing the same sentence Again and again Will the circle remain unbroken?

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 25, 2026