The sound of a writers pen
When Love is not within
The cries of silent screams
Visions are just dreams
Powerful Guidance subsides
As you unmask feelings you can no longer Hide
Beauty turns into ruin
For you know not….what you are doing
Your Spirit begins to search for it’s own Soul
Negative words try and take control
You become a punching bag for another writers greed
The Man in your Life stands there to watch you bleed
The Lyrics to your song becomes imprisoned sounds to a tomb
You have experienced this all, just from your room
I can Hear the part of me that is crying
The one that has devoured your thoughts of Peace is trying….
Live amongst the Living, he’s not worth your dying
This is the sound of a writers Pen
When Love is not within
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