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I lit it up,
I took it in.
The fire burned.
From the pen.
The ink turns red.
A river of blood.
My hands tremble.
This was no dud.
I threw it, away.
Demons begone!
It haunts me forever.
I feel like a pawn.
Trembling, waiting, nothing to eat.
Dying, trying, just to sleep.
Death it is there, in my cup.
The pen, stays there. I lie, die and weep.
Then BOOM! Lightning shakes my doors.
I wake up, trembling no more.
I stand up and throw the pen out.
It is gone, forever, I have awakened, without a doubt.
- by Bmh The Master |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/19/2009 |
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- Title: Blood Ink
- Artist: Bmh The Master
- Description: It doesnt have a set ryhme scheme. It does for a while then trails off. Eh, read it, rate it, like it, hate it.
- Date: 06/19/2009
- Tags: blood quill pensdeath triumph
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