bending the pen
Evil climbs out of my empty soul
It takes off running out of control,
The spirit of sad has slipped in me again
I think it will follow me to the end,
It unleashes its heartless grim
And is channeled out through my magic pen,
It comes at you with a lie
And echoes and laughs without a cry,
It lives in happiness and lives in your tears
It seems to know all of your inner fears,
The claws dig in you without a poke
Its hardened and digs in you deeper without a hope,
It fights off the good that never ends
It always comes back at you ten fold again,
The darkness holds on to his secret name
If you shout it out it is end of game…
Inkmaster
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