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Ink On The Page.
James D. Coomes. '10
Nightsky Inc.

The flickering flames,
Light the pages,
The open book,
Blank pages resting,
A page with few things written upon it,
As though someone gave up.

The ink, written in red,
The blood of the writer,
His own life written out in front of him,
Yet,
The pain,
Still dwelling inside of him.
The pins that trap his mind,
Deep inside of it's own puzzle,
None ever falling from their place.

Yet as memories fade,
The pains till remains,
Only digging deeper,
Like a nail to the skin,
The teeth digging deeper,
Only those etched memories,
Are the way to keep moving.

The stranger inside,
His hand opened widely,
Offering him a step up,
Yet the sick grin continue to show,
Never fading,
Never lowering,
It's there to show you,
What you truly are.

As you sit in front of the book,
Gazing at what you've wrote your life out to be,
The memories,
The mistakes,
The regrets,
All of them will gather within the paradox of the mind,
Yet can you linger forward,
Or do you fall to the darkness.

The excessive ticking of the clock,
The silent drops of the hourglass,
Continue to strum the insanity inside of your mind,
Can this be real?
Can this be what I am?
Questions gathering,
Yet none of them answered.

As the darkness consumes you,
You lose all hope,
Yet the sick smile,
And hand still offered to you.
Could this truly be what you call the end?

As you hit the bottom of the abyss,
Can you stand before those you've betrayed?
Can you stand before your own demons?
Can you stand before yourself?
How can all of these things,
Reawaken you?
In the end,
It's left only for you to find out.

The ink on the page,
Continues,
For it shall never stop,
Even as you pass on,
Others will write on inside of it,
The memories,
Bad,
Good,
Or sorrowful,
They will still write along within the book,
Yet,
All of them will hurt as you hurt,
Their eyes are the viewers of the world,
As your fingers is the pen to the paper.

The sound of rain echoing in your mind,
As you lay on that dark path,
Your eyes staring at the moon,
As it's beauty shines down upon you,
Your eyes watching the sky,
Clear as day,
No rain falling,
Yet the song it leaves to the earth,
Lingering in your mind,
Only to bring a smile.

As the raven's sing the song of death,
And the earth sings the song of rebirth,
You continue to watch the sky,
Your soul at rest,
Your mind at ease,
Yet your heart filled with regret and sorrow,
Can you ever say goodbye?
Can you ever let go?
No,
Because you fear if you do,
They'll become nothing,
That you'll become nothing.

Yet,
When you feel as though the world is falling down upon you,
All you have to do is stand up,
Deal with the pain and suffering you feel,
Let others comfort you,
Try to help you the best they can,
Instead of giving up,
The book never stops,
And the ink never stops staining the pages.

Even when the hourglass stops,
You'll stand,
You'll remain.
Even when a gravestone is placed at the head of your bed,
You'll remain with a smile,
You'll remain in their memories,
And someone will continue on what you started.
Whenever you hurt,
Someone else is feeling the same pain somewhere else,
All pain ends in time.

So as we come to an end,
We'll stand together,
The clock will continue to tick,
It's excessive sound,
Echoing through our puzzled minds,
As the man will stand before us,
His facial features not shown,
Yet the glowing hues of his eyes showing,
And the sick smile of insanity showing,
His hand offered out to us,
To help get back on,
To return the path we became lost on,
For our lives to continue on.