Wishing I start doubting my art
Is what Im doing truly a curse or gift
Scaring people with words untold
Faces pale as the glow of a full moon
I smile in delight as i see the fear rise
Swelling up inside of your eyes
Why the questioning look of suprise
I always knew that I was never like you
You never suspected or even guessed
That there was such a darkness inside
Manifesting itself in the form of this poem
Wanting only to be heard
My pen birthed these words
As my mind soars high with images of pain and death, of fear and guilt
My pen gave them form
A life of their own
And it is to you I hand this to, to read and behold
