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I sipped a cup of coffee last night

As the smoke from my cigarette filled my eyes

I draw words from my soul’s darkest pit

As the blood leaked from my pen, my heart cries



I have written of untrue and painful love’s existence

Instead of life’s beauty I wrote the cruelty of it

As the blood leaked from my pen, my heart cries

I draw words from my soul’s darkest pit



My pen stained the parchment with stories

Of the life that I have learned to despise

I draw words from my soul’s darkest pit

As the blood leaked from my pen, my heart cries



My paper is now drenched in tears

For only pretentious forms can my mind emit

As the blood leaked from my pen, my heart cries

I draw words from my soul’s darkest pit



Life’s complication has drawn out sanity

Now my whole self is in disguise

I draw words from my soul’s darkest pit

As the blood leaked from my pen, my heart cries



I laid down my weakened pen and stood up

There is nothing here that my mind can knit

As the blood leaked from my pen, my heart cries

I draw words from my soul’s darkest pit



For my garden of words has gone bleak

No more can I use this power so wise

I draw words from my soul’s darkest pit

As the blood leaked from my pen, my heart cries



I pray bitterness would tire, truth to appear

Play the words in my head now not in a fit

As the blood leaked from my pen, my heart cries

I draw words from my soul’s darkest pit



Now I walk a path through which I search

More courage for my hand to write no more lies

I draw words from my soul’s darkest pit

As the blood leaked from my pen, my heart cries