The deepest hue of blue ink is coursing through my arteries Submerged deep in me, submerged deep in me Sliding its way across the potholes in the driveway, The cracks on my lips and through my fingertips Onto age-old paper held together with little more than a purpose And in the space of a basement that time had long forgotten If there's one thing I know in bitterness and in angst It's that the black bile drowning me will serve a great plan Fall from my mouth and tell the thousand different stories That you've strung into the index of my brain So spill. If there's one thing I know in bitterness and in angst If there's one thing I know, if there's one thing I know An atlas has carved its history in my eyelids And branded its name in my dreams. The searing red burns into my thoughts And picks to death the things I never wanted to see I never wanted Failure, as it seems needs to be seen to believe Pray this deep blue ink will spell it out for me Fall from my mouth and tell the thousand different stories That you've strung into the index of my brain I watch them drip across and make the etches tangible Hold my hand, keep me warm.