Shadow Writer
Words
so dark my mind does choose
A quill
of shadows steals my muse
Ink of
blood spills on each page
This
pen is filled with utter rage
~
Pain
and suffering fill my head
To hell
is where I’m being lead
A gift
of grief from killing fields
This
quill of death shall never yield
~
I sold
my soul for poetic sake
To
author prolific words I ached
This
quill has now become my bane
To free
myself, I fight in vain
~
Grand
phrases written ever faster
This
cursed thing is now my Master
My scribbled
lines fade to gray and flee
A shadow writer I’m doomed to be
Originally Posted On Site: 2010-01-02 13:40:37
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