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My Poisonous Pen

My poisonous quill
committing crimes on paper
letting my demons escape

into the ether
letting them use my mind
to plant seeds of destruction

sprouting ugly thoughts
in the brains
they are planted in

I felt wretched the day before
so I let my ink bleed
the monster that was plaguing me

death is his name
with his putrid breath
filling the nostrils of the vulnerable

I feel so much guilt today
like a woman awaiting the gallows
knowing hell will be her pay

for the life she's lived
cast off from the vine
because she's bitter fruit

glorifying my past
filtering out all the ugly
remembering only the fun

on the streets of decay
when will I learn
to keep it one hundred

be happy with my new life
grateful to the powers that be
who delivered me from death

showed me mercy when I deserved none
man what a mixed up bitch I am
so don't take a page from my book

it was written with a poisonous pen
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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