The story starts a while ago
There was a boy and he could not let go
Of thoughts and voices echoing inside
So he takes a pen and starts to write
He sketched a door in margins wide
A portal to the other side
Stepped through the ink, to worlds unknown
Where words he wrote had flesh and bone
Each sentence scribed with shaky hands
Now landscapes stretching vast and grand
In tales spun deep, he lost his way
Bound to the script, he turned to prey
Ink bleeds deeper than the sword
Pages bind more than any cord
Dreams you dared invoke
Mirrors now in smoke
Lines that seal your fate
Author and the bait
Ink bleeds deeper than the sword
Ink bleeds deeper than the sword
Ink bleeds deeper than the sword
Ink bleeds deeper than the sword