“Fur of Ink”

(Verse 1)

A pen lies in my fingers,

black as midnight rain.

I only wrote in whispers,

but you rose out of the pain.

A breath born from the shadows,

a gaze of molten gold.

I hear the iron trembling—

your story takes its hold.

(Pre-Chorus)

And every line I try to write

pulls you closer into light.

But you are more than just a word,

more than what survives the night.

(Chorus)

Fur of ink—

you stepped out of my hand.

A spark of life I never asked for,

never meant to understand.

Fur of ink—

yet your eyes are haunting me.

You rose from everything I couldn’t say,

and now you’re writing me.

(Verse 2)

Your anger moves like whisper,

a knife beneath your skin.

You wear the scars of choices

that I etched in careless ink.

I cannot chain your heartbeat,

you’re too wild for any page.

But every truth I try to silence

feeds your fury, fuels your rage.

(Pre-Chorus)

I meant to craft a story,

but you tore the veil apart.

I wrote a monster—or far more?

Perhaps a lost and burning heart.

(Chorus)

Fur of ink—

created with a cry.

Between the lines I felt you watching,

waiting there to rise and fight.

Fur of ink—

and still you cling to me.

You are the truth behind my trembling hands,

and it’s setting you free.

(Bridge)

Maybe I was the prison,

maybe I’m the only key.

Maybe I’m the single soul

who sees who you were meant to be.

You breathe between my letters,

you live in every scar.

And everything I try to hide

becomes the fire that you are.

(Final Chorus – emotional)

Fur of ink—

both shadow and both flame.

A heart I never dared to write

that breaks through everything I am.

Fur of ink—

and now you stand by me.

When the quill becomes the key, your world begins—

and my last word sets you free.