Fading Ink
My pen,
It is in need of more ink.
As I write in distress,
a letter,
My hand flies across the paper,
letting my anguish run wild.
You and the soul of the devil,
ripping my heart from my breast,
You caused me to perish.
Which in turn,
Caused me to want to run,
and I did.
Away.
Away from the fear and sadness you instilled in my life.
It is so hard now,
to realize,
You.
You used to love me.
The memory of your love fades, as does my wirting.
For i have run out of ink for my pen.





 
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