There are floods of emotions Drowning you, There are thought Trying to make sense, Like souls without There bodies They're trying to burst out Through the mouth, To make there existence felt. But the tongue betrays And the mind is in chaos.
The black ink stains the white paper Like blood on A knights armour. The marks of the Unknown tragedies, Hidden from the joyous kingdom, Caged inside the bars Between the lines. And those, my friend, are the stories untold