Voilent Ink
Ink flowing from my pen
Like bullets from army men
Pounding of machine guns whizzing all around you
This pen of mine is violent it can kill emotions too
I write these scars to make them see
How painful their words can be
Open your eyes fools for now it’s your turn
The bullet effect you must now learn...
Copyright © Monique Steenkamp | Year Posted 2008
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