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By ~Harem~ Date: 2001 Jul 29 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.29.16.17.13621]] |
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Words can hurt, wound and mar Cut you deeply, leave a scar Tear you up, bring a sigh Hurt real bad, make you cry A poisoned pen, can deal a blow With lethal ink, with venom flow Oozing fangs, surging jaws Digging in, sharpened claws Razor words, cut to the quick Stabbing deep, a jabbing stick Slicing through, with two edge sword Open wound, as heart's blood poured The owner of the poisoned pen Enjoys the pain that he doth send Thrives upon their agony From words he sends in poetry At first his words, are bathed in wine Seductively charm their craving mind He knows just what, they want to hear To draw them close, to bring them near With words of grace, artistic splendor Inviting new love, to last forever Watching closely as they sink The poisoned words as they drink Swallowing deeply his words of art Giving him access to their inner heart Once they have entered his seductive traps Vulnerable victims he viciously snaps Rejecting their love in fatal prose An opened heart, so quickly closed With surgical quickness, he releases his prey To lick their wounds and run away Another is already, in the fateful making A new love object, for which he's faking With poisoned pen, he lures one more With no idea, what is in store Back to back, his prose is strung With one he lures, while one is hung Upon the stake of fatal prose Impaled upon his pointed blows The final death, of the poisoned writer A nameless ghost, a horseless rider From the poisoned pen, comes a howling cry A raging scream, that will never die. ~ |