The Taste of Ink

Pour the stain on an opened book
Seeping through thin sheets of truth
The quill in your hand you so greedily took
Smile on your face such a carefree youth

Smear around the thickness of these words

To blind the followers you love to keep

Lay me so gently to sleep

Sing this sorrow to the birds

Can't you see you're so very pretty?

Tearing at the open sore

So talented the art of pity

Afraid, yes, this time its going to scar

Spread the ink one more time

Not yet ready to read this line

Falling down

Ink is running red now

Author notes

Taste of Ink by The Used

I absolutly love the song the best of The Used if you ask me.

A contest entry

You Favourite Song by Beating. 300 points, ended November 27, 2007, 18 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

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Nuage
November 27, 2007
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I'm a fake is my personal favourite from The Used.
Well done on the gold! It was well earned.
storiesuntold
November 27, 2007
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Very good write
Tis was very good and congrats on the gold
LilyRose
November 26, 2007

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captivating...the more you read, the harder it is to breath...knowing how true the pain is of being used.
Beating
November 15, 2007

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Honestly, I'm not a big fan of the used. Never have been, but that's not the point in this. In my opinion, this is so much better than the actual song. It's unique and is very poetic. Good job!
Tercil
November 13, 2007
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Lovely flow to this rendition, the magnificence of verse gain momentum by the sheer, luxury of, "To blind the followers you love to keep Lay me so gently to sleep Sing this sorrow to the birds." And with that, a lullaby of absolute oblivion, scattered like bird seed for all us poets. Titus