100 shades of Poetry

Locked up criminal

  if i said i was a writer 

 and saw scheming in your glance

  you had wished to live forever  

  and now my poetry was your chance 

 you clawed your way inside my mind

  shot jet black ink into my veins 

  made sure that i'd write of you  

  until i drove myself insane 

 you longed to be the hero,

  like books you used to read  

  remembered as the kind of person  

  that everyone needs. 

 it was too late when you noticed

 the one mistake you had made

  the warrior may fight with swords  

  but the pen is the writers blade 

  you cant just tear my world up  

  and then expect a loving rhyme  

  using your words as sharpened weapons,  

  so now ill use mine 

 i trapped you in ink handcuffs,

  locked you behind written bars 

 and now with the monster you are

  will live with those nasty scars...  

  

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