My pen paints words like clouds

Rain down...

                            On your imagination..

Hear the sound..

Call it cultivation

                                  It spurs growth..

A few words to a shallow soul...

And they see more

                                  It digs deep...

These words you see...

Will wake up all your demons half asleep

Half asleep..

                           Half...as...s..le..e...p

Half.. A..
                 S
                      L
                           E
                                 E....

P

Oh I'm awake!

I wield the pen

The mountains shake!

Along the slopes

People... aren't safe!

My imagination has no breaks

Readers holding on..

To thoughts that fade..

Into the distance..

Yet masquerade

Like all these notions

Are here to stay...

Speeding tickets make me go faster

                            Cars I almost hit..

Inspire more chapters

                                    Till I crash?

I'd write something after

                                   Till I'm caught?

Can't get caught alive

                                     Till I'm dead?

And they're sure I have died

                                      Coz if they're not..

I might just cling to life

                     And if I die...

          It should be in your arms

         Just like I should've been..

                        All along.