I don’t Know what to write,
I don’t know how to write.
I’m Sinking to the ocean floor,
Where an Octopus likes to pollute.
My brain is stained in INK,
Watch it drip into it’s victim’s mind,
Staining it with a fancy machine.
The ink is great, watch it live and create.
Painting your mind with designs of your dreams.
The ink pollutes and staines with a fancy machine to live and create