How many lines to build a soul? How many pages till the ceiling drops? We built a tower out of words The walls are creaking under weight I lost the spark... inside the tale I am my own exquisite hell. The ink runs thick like heavy rust A quiet hum... behind the eyes. We built a fortress out of ash The sky collapses in a flash The point was lost... the page is clear There’s nothing left to whisper here. How many lines... How many lines...
