Letra de Poetry

I'll bury my downcast hours in transparent ink, Tie myself to the mast and wait here for the ship to sink Though i know i've set sail on a wishing well The daylight is dimming out slowly with every breath i take, Gasps of air become roaring rivers keeping me awake It gives one no time to think things through. I know words always come before you do, But i can't find no poetry left in these lines I've been trying too hard, too long, too many times Is this what a biochemist would call happiness? Is it part of some unmade promise i thought i could forget? Is it time that i let some air come through? For now strangeling love is all i can do. Yeah, i know you have mountains of poems in mind, All explaining how all wounds will heal given time But these days are no longer my time to spill, And i know that by waiting, i'll make them stand still I kept it as close as i could through through those winter nights, But the ropes only tightened 'round me as i tried to fight There's no worth throwing stone in a wishing well Now i'm out of black ink and i know it's all poetry, Know they're just lies, But i still scavenge on what i find in between those lines I'll pretend there was happiness, fake to have felt pain Just to feel there's a reason to read it again ...