“Veins Bleeding Ink on the Last Train”

Non existence carved in flesh, We scream to feel something left. If this is life— I spit on it. Born as a shadow, raised by voids Mirror talks back but it’s unemployed I search for me in the cracks of the wall Only hear echoes when I start to fall Veins full of pain, not blood anymore Every pulse feels like a closing door I drag my name through broken days No future found, just rusted ways I don’t wanna live, but I don’t wanna die Stuck on the rails where the lost ones cry Existence glitching, frame by frame I rot inside but still feel shame Veins bleeding ink, I write with my scars. Bloody fingers, Dreaming we were stars Last train to nowhere, billet sans retour Face-first impact with the truth of the tour We don’t exist, we just decompose Breathing collapse, internal overdose Pages are soaked with what we can’t say We live in decay, we pray for decay Je parle au néant, il répond mieux que toi Chaque battement me dit “reste à ta place” J’ai gravé mes peurs sous ma peau fragile Un cœur en panne dans un monde hostile Taking the train but it’s straight to the face No destination, just speed and disgrace Steel meets skull, thoughts derail Life’s a sentence, no chance for bail I tried to scream but my throat is numb Even my demons say “you’ve become” A ghost with weight, a soul that sinks Another failure that overthinks NON-EXISTENCE IS MY RELIGION PAIN IS THE PROOF THAT I’M STILL MISSING CUT THE NOISE CUT THE LIES CUT THE MIRROR WATCH ME DIE INSIDE Veins bleeding ink, I write with my scars Bloody fingers, Dreaming we were stars Last train to nowhere, billet sans retour Face-first impact with the truth of the tour We don’t exist, we just decompose Breathing collapse, internal overdose Pages are soaked with what we can’t say We live in decay, we pray for decay Bloody fingers… Empty pages… If we disappear— Would anyone notice the silence?