Knowing what’s right & worthy of being wrought
She’s found her courage in writing a lot
Scribing answers to questions; she knows not

Added vowels, commas, & whatnots
Incomplete sentences; trailing off…
Words showing lessons; trying to be taught

Into her cave she crawled w/her pen
No ink, scrawling by the blood of her veins
She dances the fine line of becoming insane

Her pen had bled her heart
Pages ruptured into flames
Ashes are all that’s left to remain