Word's spill onto this
page relentlessly and
without any remorse,
while I patiently let the  
universe run it's  
course.
  
Each passing stroke  
brings me closer to being
vindicated, simultaneously  
remaining on this  
high and feeling  
elevated.  
  
Every letter is essential in
bringing me closer to rewriting  
my fate as I am slowly becoming  
less filled with hate.  
  
No more will it be my  
vice. In this battle my rhymes  
are my ideal device.
  
The knife is the pen that
impales vile skin. The ink  
is the blood that releases  
every sin.  
  
I will not be held hostage  
and under duress so
I come before you to
finally confess.