Ravenscry - Ink

Precious therapy for my mind
It's scathing like thoughts
I put in the hands of world

Burn
Full pages burn while a wall
Made of silence grows

I got to give my all
So that no one knows
I got to give my all
Without a word makes noise
Tracing lines that scratch inside

I can exist in a sign
And feel myself free
I can exist in a fragment
Of reality and wish to escape outside

It's always by my side this two-dimensional playground
I don't look around

Burn
Full pages burn while a wall
Made of silence grows

I'm not sorry, and I could explain but I can't think
When I will become only a gust in the rain
When…