I write and I type day and by night.
A book full of poem's a heart full of flight.
A dream of another a girl i once knew.
A kiss from an angel a poem that i drew.
Is it art is it tell me oh Devil which condemns me what might it be.
Is it lust is it anger or hate or deceit.
**** you for evil you fooled me again.
I continue to write and it seems for no end.
Save me oh save my readers to be my mind it is broken like glass or a leak.
My soul is condemned for all i have done.
Oh **** it to hell I'm finally done.