Ink - Drewsif Stalin's Musical Endeavors

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?