The Way It Was Written

The way it was written A pen with a black ink has no boundary It flows a stroke that no one can see The written words are a phase of reality Where the ghost of each penning is beyond equity Letters by letters are gone too wild It is written asymmetrically, as it goes and glides The mask of its words are faded, to black and white While the thoughts on it can kill a lion's lad Sentences are powerful like a piercing knife To heart that is ready to bleed nor love The way it was written is such a venomous one You’ll never understand if you won’t read between the line