HOME | DD
altruistic-trickster — Burn
Published: 2012-08-02 00:20:45 +0000 UTC; Views: 86; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 5
Redirect to original
Description
The things we writeIn pen and paper
Have a way
Of getting out of head and hand.
Breathing in, breathing out
Wreaking havoc, alive.
I write,
I lock it away.
I leave it alone.
If it's out of your head,
It can't hurt you no more.
But if it's out of your head,
It'll hurt anyone around.
But, you see,
I'd rather lock up my
Monsters in pen and paper
Keep them in boxes,
Filed away.
Than lock up my pen
And write lots of lies.
Be left with the demons, the
Poison inside.
I know it's slightly wrong,
Perverted even
To twist such a meaning,
This simple healing
Into a demon
With wings and fangs
That'll sink it's teeth
In you.
Rip out your heart,
Claw out your eyes.
Tear you apart.
And you know,
It's my face it'll wear.
And so,
Let the words,
The poems,
The poison
Burn.
They can't hurt anyone no more.
Can't hurt me
Can't hurt you.
Burn.
