Pen And Papper

The Pen That Speaks The Words I Cannot
And The Papper That Holds Them
So Dear To Me That TIme Has Been Caught
In This Time To Condemn
I Choose NOt A Blade
Nor A Weapon Of Evil
Not Becouse I Am Afraid
Or Shameful
But Will Slice My Skin With Paper
Till Im Red ALlover
And Stab My Throat With A Sorrowful Pen