The Destroyer

An empty page lies before me Pure and white, as all untouched things are Soon to be covered with ink black as night And I am the perpetrator Is this a sin, to desecrate such innocence? Should I regret the destruction I know will take place? Destruction I will inevitably cause Pure and white; an epitome of the light Ink black as night; soon to smother without remorse Hand shaking, feeling what Ink cannot Ink is the weapon, nothing more I am the monster; destroyer of the pure