My words are verocious Desire courses through them They dont bleed They are the clouds That of pain reek They rain pain Drenching every part of me As the sun shines Of a certain brokenness Moulding me back into the shape of me. The pen doesnt dances It awes Everybody present As it breaks and joins A person with every emotion The word can feel Not only the walls The words have eyes and ears too They form accordingly As they see you in pain or hurt It will laugh So loud you can hear its laugh When it sees you happy In the wake of its power It leaves behind A trail of ink Ink that can destroy you to the pits Or bring you back from the gates of hell.