I said I was a writer,
Then I saw scheming in your glance,
A plot to control my words forever,
And now this was your chance,
You clawed your way inside me,
Shot jet black ink through my veins,
Made sure that I would write of you,
Until I drove myself insane,
You longed to be my hero,
Like in the books you used to read,
Remembered as this big strong man,
That every damsel needs,
It was too late when you noticed,
The one mistake that you had made,
That a warrior might fight with swords,
But the pen’s a writers blade,
You can’t just shred my soul apart,
And then expect a loving rhyme,
You used your words as sharpened weapons,
And now it’s time I will use mine,
I trapped you in ink handcuffs,
Locked you behind my written bars,
And now you’ll be in my words forever,
As the monster that you are.