Its time to run
I have failed to learn
My mistakes are hot on pursuit
Am donned in nothing but my birthday suit
The hunter has become the hunted
My dark future is now haunted
Their love is gone
In place fury has been born
My pen has become my enemy
The wrong i have made him commit are many
Its time to hide
Time to tuck my creativity back into my mind
Writing i have to bade goodbye
My fake hope no one has to buy
For my poetry has to die
This will be my last piece
And hope my hunters will make peace
To all the ink i have spilled am sorry
The tormentor has fleed no more worry
I apologize for staining the paper
But from your world i will disappear like vapor
To all poetry fan its no time to cry
I woun't be there your tears to dry
Am getting tired of flight
But i have run off arsenals to fight
For those i have misled
Read this final piece and assume me dead
If you don't hear from me sooner
Know my mistakes made me a goner
Pen down