DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, pen ink cries too:(
fines that cant be identified on the near
or the writes put on paper they die they cry
got my reasons for the sacred peasants and held daemons
nurtured weapons earned upon various treasons
came surrendered on your questioned gazes
that i fond a sweet spot on my unsolved mazes
unhealthy for the mind
my ears brought up to a permanent blind
you descend my pride
to fault on knees loose
cut on shortage of scenarios to choose
amazement on the major dominance captive of my shoes
leading calls to a song never told never sold
--------ravenfeels