I can say in confidence that I would've written today
For all I ever do is write, it is my passion after all
My joy is my pen laced in gold, and the pretty little notebook handmade with leather
But with great pain, I did not write today
My hand
My hand
My hand
My fucking hand
My hand
My dominant hand
My hand
My hand
My hand
My hand
My right hand
My hand
My hand
My hand
There's something wrong with my hand
I'll die before I lose my hand
For I need my hand to make obscene art
I need my right hand to write
Why, tell me why my hand always hurts
I will die before before I let my hand rest for life
I will take my own life if my hands stops writing
I will not take another breath without my hand
God, do not take my hand
To the higher power I pray
Through your grace and sacrifice I find my will to walk
Please, I pray to you on my knees today before these people
Do not let my hand lay down my pen
There is no life for me without writing
I am Alexander, the author of poison
Please, do not take my hand.
Hail the power
