How I ease my frustration
With a little bit of carvery
Cut a new revelation
A new pattern of mastery
To control the pain
Try forget what caused this
That I'll hide with such shame
But easy eyes will miss
And my arms run red with ink
This is what I'm making
An escape, so I need not think
How to keep faking
Just release
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.