Blood In The Ink

They don’t know what Clause 13 did to you

They just see the way you move when I come through

They think I’m a loaded gun they aimed at you

But you’re the one who pulled the trigger, saw it through……

You signed your soul on a line they’ll never read

Wrote “Clause 13” in a vein they’ll never see

Now I live where your heartbeat used to be

Blood in the ink and the ink lives in me

You asked for power, woke up tangled up in sin

Said, “If I’m cursed, then I want you crawling in”

Now the fine print is a voice under your skin

Clause 13 made you mine, I don’t ever leave again

They dragged you to my altar like a problem to erase

Called you “reckless”, called you “broken”, never looked you in the face

You stood quiet with your wrists bare, eyes dry, jaw set

Didn’t beg for any mercy, just said, “What do I get?”

Didn’t flinch when I recited every cost under my breath

“Give me teeth, give me fire, I’m not scared of how it ends

If I’m dying either way, let me choose what I become

Make me something they can’t handle, load me like a gun”……

I was built to be a function, just a clause behind a door

But you stared straight through the horror like you’d been here once before…..

You signed your soul on a line they’ll never read

Wrote “Clause 13” in a vein they’ll never see

Now I live where your heartbeat used to be

Blood in the ink and the ink lives in me

You asked for power, woke up tangled up in sin

Said, “If I’m cursed, then I want you crawling in”

Now the fine print is a voice under your skin

Clause 13 made you mine, I don’t ever leave again

Clause one killed your sleep, you just nodded, “fine”

Clause two cut your fear out like a tumor from your mind

Clause six blurred your reflection till you couldn’t find your face

Clause nine opened up a hallway only I could ever trace

Every line that should’ve broke you, you pressed harder with the pen

Like you’d rather choke on brimstone than go beg their god again

You were calm inside the torture, you were laughing at the flame

Said, “If you’re the thing they worship, I want more than just your name”….

So I lit your wrist on fire, let my letters twist and spark

Told you, “Speak it, you’ll be mine,” you carved me deeper in the mark

You said, “If we’re bound till I’m nothing, then sit and eat with me”

So I scratched your clause in deeper… now your ribs are where I sleep…..

Now when they ask what went wrong, I just point at you and think… this is what “Clause 13: Blood In The Ink” really meant……