I killed my ego with a pen
Using backstabbing verses
Of betrayal and pretense.

But from all the ***** ink it bled
The pen hemorrhaged to death
Such inglorious ruination.

The blood scribbled on the paper
A nonsensical composition
Now a useless paraphernalia.

I skillfully crumpled the evidence
And threw all dead bodies to the bin
A towering pile of unworthy victims.

I'd gladly replace them with fresher supply
As I satiate my thirst for more intriguing pieces
Worthy candidates for my delightful collection.