Ink Drops Like Rain

Ink Drops Like Rain The Devil tried to take a bite of me. I watched his ringlets twirl. I've finally reached the spot where I knew I was going to be. It's a lose lose, to hell and back to tell all that I see. I asked for pens from the devil's guard. He thinks he knows my name. For months now I roam these empty halls, and now the song is gone. My name is hidden beyond the star's pain- it hides within a song. My pen is like my weapon, far mightier than the sword- it splashes ink drops like the rain. 'Till it too catches old.