Midnight worlds swirled with moolight beams.

Delicate dainty love inscriptions would tumble to the page, aligned in perfection at whim.

But the darkness rising has hooked my soul.

Lillies, butterflies and daffodils died, still hanging off a demonic cloud.

Such was the darkness, I knew i had no other thing to do, but to espouse it all up like spew. A sickly offering of vileness and envy

I struck the worlds of beauty from my head and pulled out the ones nailed to my heart

I still bleed love darker than the darkest dark, I ****** with your mind and tore out your heart

I put it on display for all,  the winning-est ****!

Never thinking at all that my pen was sharper than your knife
And that ******* with pens trump *****.

I wish I was sorry.

Maybe i could forgive or forget and move on

Maybe then the words would come

You stole my pretty words along with the beautiful ones
The stories of my heart all gone,
stuck on a barren rock alone in space and time.

The rest i killed  each with an end stroke - coup de gras.

Now I don't care if it ever revives, because I'm fine just being some ******* with a pen

And I never wrote it for you anyway, not now, not then.

I only ever wrote for myself.