floodin

old ink drained dry.
hypnotized by da light in lifes right eye.
squeezed from an empty pen.
n da thoughts wont stop floodin from within.
addicted lika junkie needin his fix.
needin da image 2 form 4 all dis 2 make some sort of sense.
trainin da subconteous 2 act as if it were in control.
thru da blue ink bleedin red jus so self knows.
all is lost but a legacy left behind.
yet not everything 1 writes is gonna b da topic of any1s mind.
fillin voids thru faceless expressions runnin thin.
n dis is somethin i cant seem 2 win.