This Pen Is My Curse/by:Haunted Lunacy

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Damned to an eternity 
of writing this haunted verse, 
emotions ripped from
my soul, this pen is my 
curse.
Thoughts and feelings 
deteriorate my mind, 
but only this pen and paper, 
do I find. 
 No one to listen, 
 no one to care,
but the ink, oh yes, the ink, 
the ink is always there.
Black with depression, 
thick from the pain,
My heart defined in 
a little dark stain.
These words are my madness 
bleeding from within.
This pen is my curse,
this ink is my sin.

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