INK IN MY VEINS [Intro — soft piano, almost whispered] There’s a sorrow in my pen tonight, It stains whatever I begin. I tried to write the morning down— But midnight wandered in. [Verse 1] I drained the darkness from my pen, And watched it flood the page, Then filled it up with borrowed light And words that carried spring. But every color turned to black, Every laugh became a rain, As if some hidden hand had found A doorway to my pain. I washed the nib in salted tears, I held it to the flame— But every time it touched the page, The darkness knew my name. [Pre-Chorus] So tell me—who is writing who? Do I command the words I choose? Or does the silence underneath Already know what I will lose? [Chorus — wide emotional lift] There’s ink in my veins tonight, Running black beneath the light, Every word I try to hide Finds another way outside. There’s ink in my veins tonight, Turning wounds to words I write. Maybe every page I fill Is my heart refusing to be still. [Verse 2] I searched the rooms behind my eyes, Through years I thought were gone, Past photographs without a voice, Past doors I hurried on. And there I found forgotten words Still breathing in the dust, Little ghosts of who I was, Still waiting for my trust. Perhaps the pen remembers things The mind was taught to lose; Perhaps our deepest stories are The ones we never choose. [Pre-Chorus] And maybe what I call the dark Is only something left unheard— Waiting years beneath my skin To finally become a word. [Chorus] There’s ink in my veins tonight, Running black beneath the light, Every word I try to hide Finds another way outside. There’s ink in my veins tonight, Turning wounds to words I write. Maybe every page I fill Is my heart refusing to be still. [Bridge — piano almost alone] So tonight... I laid my pens beside the page And whispered: “Write without me.” Write what I buried. Write what I fear. Write every voice I refused to hear. And slowly... Between the blackened lines, A little white remained. [Instrumental rise — strings enter] And I understood— The page was never only darkness. There was light between the words. [Final Chorus — powerful, full band] There’s ink in my veins tonight, But I’m no longer scared to write. Let the black spill where it may— It cannot swallow all the day. There’s ink in my veins tonight, And every wound can carry light. If my sorrow needs a name, I’ll write it down and let it change. Let every shadow have its say, Let every silence find a phrase— For even black can make us see The empty spaces... where light can be. [Outro — piano only] There’s a sorrow in my pen tonight... But now I know why it writes.
