In the dark, light a candle, let the wax drip down As the ink flows, it's my only holy gown Wear my heart on my sleeve, it's a badge of the hurt Scribbling lines where my quiet thoughts convert Into screams, into songs, in the loneliness find Solace in the beat, in the rhythm entwined Lay it bare, let them stare, I'm an open book For every judgmental glance, for every dirty look Find solace in the rain, where my tears blend right in Let the storm wash away the echoes of my din So many feelings got me drained, I can't even lift my head It's like the ones in the spotlight only targets in the end And it's the souls who've been hurt that start to spark the trend Tired of the dark so much that they just pretend It's all the wounds that you bear for every emotion shed And just believe the silent hearts are gonna vibe with you These eyes blurry, so they're bleeding from the inside view Amongst the whispers, you were the truth in the vocal booth You were the anchor in the storm, and bro, I'll miss you "Feeling too much is a curse," that's what you penned in the night's hue They say that pain is the paint for the art that's truest A tapestry where the colors bleed in the bluest Emotions tangled, they strangle, a noose that's ruthless Got us hanging on every verse you would use to soothe us In every line that you rhymed you would share your bruises And show a world so cold how to warm the clueless We vibed with every struggle that broke through the surface Every beat was a pulse from a soul so nervous You might have left the stage, but your echoes refuse To fade away, 'cause our scars, they sing the chorus too I'm a walking contradiction, always wrapped in black With the poetry of suffering tattooed 'cross my back Got the records spinning backwards, hear the sorrow in reverse Every memory's a melody, every blessing is a curse Trapped in my head, like a melody, it's haunting Each verse a hearse, my lyrics, the ghosts they flaunting Riding on the wave of a storm that's never-ending The masquerade of joy, but inside I'm just pretending My dreams are dark theaters where nightmares take the stage Applause sounds like whispers that just fuel my quiet rage More from this creator