I will follow the words where
ever they may go, I will be
like a predator and claim
my victims. I have ****** in
mind of many a word, ink
will flow on the pages to come.

I will bury it in verse, in
between lines that will
hide the deed that I have
done. I have a thirst for
this more words will fall
in to the hollow page I have dug.

I am a serial poet words will fall
under my pen, many pages will
they be left hidden from view,
ink and the pen my curse. this
is just the beginning of my writing
derangement ****** of words is
what in my mind must be done.