• This pen is my life
    It holds one thing others don't have
    Its ink is my blood
    It has my identity within

    Its writing my words
    Those of which i wish to disperse
    My mind holds memories
    That can't be explained through my voice

    Can't i just write
    Without being caught
    There's nothing to hide
    But my most delicate thoughts

    I never knew you were there
    I never imagined your existence
    Yet you stand right beside me
    Towering in disguise

    My mind feels weak
    There's not much time
    I must write my life crime
    Before i reach the end of the line