Paper and pen

Sun, 04/03/2016 - 17:43 -- badanmv

What is this pain, a growling monster deep within?

It bites and screams, making my vision spin

It yearns the light of day, it longs release

The more it fights, the less my stomach feels at ease

 

I'll take my pen, some paper, and my soul

I'll force the tears to bleed- And all

My essence will be splattered on the page

The creature is asleep, forgot its rage

 

My heart is but some lines and loopy curves

Is this the sloppy treatment it deserves?

The words are wrong, too empty and untrue

I crumble, murder them, and start anew

 

It is a battle I am condemned to lose

But it's a fight I giving up refuse

As long as may the beast unfold its breath

There will be heavy passion in my chest

 

If only one must lay his eyes upon my brief

And understand the twisted truth, the grief

That true connection, before the moment flees

Will justly set the two lone hearts at peace

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