Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain

TOOLS

You can be a tool,
That is useful for them,
They will make you fool,
Reach you in the hem,
Always follow their rule,
Without the "s",
I am getting ready for the next rhyming word,
I'll try my best.

I can be a shovel,
I can dig holes,
I can dig the ground,
Trapped in the small and dark space,
There's no way to be found,

I can be a grass cutter,
Grasses and plants, get ready to be slaughtered,
little bit harsh,
A ton of cuts,
I can't bleed,
All I can do is to tear the pieces,

Everyone will use you,
As a material or as a tool,
You can either be a trap,
Or they will trap you,
Once the kindness of the man increase,
A motive between right or wrong will tease,

But to whom?

I can be whatever I wanted to,
I can be wanted or whatever,
In case you didn't know how to treat me nice,
It is time for you to bet your smile and sadness using a dice.
A cheese will appear in the tip of the trap how nice,
Young mice.

I am an illegal weapon,
I used to be hidden in the shelves,
Where the sun can't touch me,
Where no one sees how lethal I can be,
Coldness and Dying psalms,
Breathing so quickly,
You're dying on my palms,
Left with a dagger, straight right to your heart,
Bleeding so smoothly,
Reaching your toes, bulls eye in the dart.

You can't run,
You can't hide,
My skills can't define who really I am,
Those clothes can't hide how dirty I can be,
And this madness can't tell, what your eyes can't see,

This is unforgivable,
I am sailing in the middle of the road,
And drowned by the sand,
I am walking along in the middle of the ocean,
And I was hit by a boat,
I have two reasons why I keep on writing this thing,
To survive in the middle of the ocean hit,
And to be alive after drowning in the road.

This sanity keeps on hunting me,
Or I should hunt you,
You can hunt me too,
But there's no way out here,
Sleeping can't save you,
Staying awake can't help too,
I was wondering how can I escape from this cellar,
While keeping my hands outside the bars.

I can be a tool,
I can't be your tool,
You can use me as you want,
But you can't own me,

Where is the proper tool to escape?,
Where my efforts can't be wasted?,
Where there is no such harm to recieve,
Where there is no individual,
Drowned and decieved.

I can devour this sadness,
But the sadness devour me first,
First, devour, sadness,
Can I devour you first?

The first word in the poem talks about you,
Can I use you too?
This isn't being materialistic,
This isn't being too dramatic,
All I want now is to escape,

From this kind of country,
With fancy landscapes.

•••

How are you?

I am not inspired right now,
Midterm Exams keep on bothering me,
I can't even write a poem,
I stopped wanting some more,
But I will try again,

I know I am just tired,
Waiting for the hardwork in my hobby,
I'm Fired.