Torture is a blank page
And no pen
Failure is a blank mind
And a full pen
So I write to rise
Because I know now
Thoughts are priceless
Said Talaam Acey
I reached Nirvana
(On the floor of the Nuyorican)
My friend imitated the band
(On the same floor)
That poison in her veins
Heroin
Heroine
Off by one letter
To your mom
To tell her you’re an addict
We keep coming back to this
You race for your needle
I race for my pen
Perforated veins
Like the sheets in my notebook
Skin paler than the page
Fill your veins with that evil ink
Drain my pen
‘til we’re empty
Now we’re both empty
Are you happy now?
Exhaustion is dry eyes
And an empty pen
Mourning is a lost notebook
And a dead friend
You race to your needle
I race to my pen
Loneliness like from when
I thought I knew you
Freedom like from when
You kicked
Dreaming is a pen
That never stops writing
Reality is a mind
That never stops thinking
You’ve been racing the needle
I’ve been racing the pen