Suicidal Pen

18/3/09
Fingertips filled with ink
smear the page creatively
Oh the joys of being a pen.
Unless it was mine
filled with misery.

Fingertips filled with ink
paint out this hell
Oh the misery of being a pen
of being my pen
writing nothing but misery.

Fingertips filled with blood
smear the page creatively
mixed with tears
‘cause now my faithful pen
is suicidal.
Well I guess I’m contagious.
Well I guess the ink hit my blood.
Smash – my pen is doomed.
I am contagious.
Even my pen is suicidal.