Blotted Ink
Posted: 1/20/2004, 11:18 am
Alrighty, here goes. No stealing if you like it.
Blotted Ink
By Richele
Nobody notices the cord choking my speech
my hands search frantically to write what I think
Nobody smells my perfume mixed with semen unwanted
or my fingers splattered with saliva not mine
I guess you can't open my eyes and read the pages
'cause they're full of unfinished phrases
And I feel so unclean tonight
though I've scrubbed my hands raw and bleeding
to wash them pure of the blotted ink
I can't close my ears to the sound of breath
leaking like poison and drowning my cries
I cannot help but be allergic to touches of skin
it brings back too much that I don't want to feel
The deed's been done, the price has gone unpaid
and now I'm stolen and all of my worth is drained
And I feel so unclean tonight
though I've scrubbed my hands raw and bleeding
to wash them white of the blotted ink
Now I'm stolen...and worth that much less
Comment away.

Blotted Ink
By Richele
Nobody notices the cord choking my speech
my hands search frantically to write what I think
Nobody smells my perfume mixed with semen unwanted
or my fingers splattered with saliva not mine
I guess you can't open my eyes and read the pages
'cause they're full of unfinished phrases
And I feel so unclean tonight
though I've scrubbed my hands raw and bleeding
to wash them pure of the blotted ink
I can't close my ears to the sound of breath
leaking like poison and drowning my cries
I cannot help but be allergic to touches of skin
it brings back too much that I don't want to feel
The deed's been done, the price has gone unpaid
and now I'm stolen and all of my worth is drained
And I feel so unclean tonight
though I've scrubbed my hands raw and bleeding
to wash them white of the blotted ink
Now I'm stolen...and worth that much less
Comment away.