I paint pictures with words,
I can twist and bend them until
They fly high like a sky full of birds.
When darkness falls, my words twist.
I can only hope for a reaction
Of emotional mist.
My pencil knows no bounds
No softness, no darkness is discriminated
Against what words, what sounds, what grounds .
Close your eyes and let me sing
A story of pride, lustful sin, and greed.
Offering no gift but words to bring.
Let me write, let me write.
I'll gain the upper hand someday
For my progress knows no might.