Ink and Blood

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Street collapsing in
3…
2…
1…
RUN.

Paint dripping off the street signs
Shoes stuck in the center lines
A taxi door half-melted shut
Steam rising from the gutters

A piano missing half its keys
Still playing something off-beat
A billboard face sliding down
Eyes pooling on the ground

Someone ran past, lost a shoe
Didn’t stop to pick it up
This place they used to laugh inside
Now everything just tries to hide

Ink and blood across the floor
They can’t stall it anymore
Running hard through broken scenes
He cuts through everything between

Ink and blood on every wall
Hear the final curtain call
If they stop, they disappear
So they run straight through the fear

RUN! RUN! DON’T LOOK BACK
RUN! RUN! STAY ON TRACK
RUN! RUN! DON’T LET GO
GO! GO! GO!

A long coat dragging through the stain
No rush, no sign of strain
Gloved hands carrying that case
Like he’s done this every day

A toon slips, tries to stand
Leaves a mark across his hand
Rubber fingers lose their shape
Stretch… then tear… then dissipate

Red dress smeared across the tile
Still holding on to style
She laughs once , it cracks in two
Then she’s gone before they move

No hidden door, no trick this time
No clever line to buy them time
Just footsteps slow and closing in
And something cold beneath the skin

Ink and blood across the floor
They can’t stall it anymore
Running hard through broken scenes
He cuts through everything between

Ink and blood on every wall
Hear the final curtain call
If they stop, they disappear
So they run straight through the fear

NO MORE JOKES
NO MORE SOUND
HE’S POURING SILENCE
ALL AROUND

WATCH THEM DROP
WATCH THEM STAIN
ONE BY ONE
ERASED AGAIN

FRAME BY FRAME , IT BREAKS APART
STREETS COLLAPSE , RIGHT WHERE THEY START
CASE IN HAND , DON’T LET IT FALL
ONE DROP DOWN , IT ENDS IT ALL

STEP IN CLOSE , NO TIME TO WAIT
ONE WRONG MOVE , IT SEALS THEIR FATE
GRAB AND PULL , DON’T LET IT SLIP
TURN IT BACK , AGAINST THE DIP

A gloved hand lifts the barrel slow
A drop hangs heavy… starts to fall
Two stand shaking side by side
But they don’t run at all

He looks up, eyes wide but set
Says “we’re not done laughing yet”
Grabs his sleeve , pulls him in
“Hit him now… or this is it.”

Ink and blood , they hit the ground
Crash the case and spin it out
Glass explodes across the street
That stain flooding at his feet

Ink and blood , he slips, he falls
Loses grip, drops it all
For the first time , fear shows through
Now he’s trapped inside it too

Paint still dripping from the walls
But something’s different in it all
A laugh breaks out , off-key, alive
And somehow… they made it through