Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Who’d be a writer?
Put this pen to paper
Take it back
Make it crack
Spill the ink
Like blood
Sign my life away
Sign my soul
To the devil
In the details.
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Put this pen to paper
Take it back
Make it crack
Spill the ink
Like blood
Sign my life away
Sign my soul
To the devil
In the details.
