• I lit it up,
    I took it in.
    The fire burned.
    From the pen.

    The ink turns red.
    A river of blood.
    My hands tremble.
    This was no dud.

    I threw it, away.
    Demons begone!
    It haunts me forever.
    I feel like a pawn.

    Trembling, waiting, nothing to eat.
    Dying, trying, just to sleep.
    Death it is there, in my cup.
    The pen, stays there. I lie, die and weep.

    Then BOOM! Lightning shakes my doors.
    I wake up, trembling no more.
    I stand up and throw the pen out.
    It is gone, forever, I have awakened, without a doubt.