Pen to paper my heart pours out,
All of the lonely,
All of the hurt.
All of the things I've never said
And all of the things I'll do till I'm dead

Pen to paper a soul cries out,
Save me from myself for I cannot,
Save those of us with no choice but to feel what defines us.

Pen to paper a mind realizes,
We are such insignificant beasts as to darken the world around us yet nature would move on without us,
Such foul creatures as to destroy the truth and poison the pure hearted.

Pens to paper,
Collectively they groan
Weeping for the lost and the found
Weeping for reasons long forgotten.

Pens no longer to paper,
Pens fallen to the ground.