The Taste Of Cyanide

<p>I write <br>To keep that jewel of memory the fresh set of pain springing with life<br>To keep an eye on my demons for them to never find a place to hide<br>It's but a necessity that I lift my pen It's to cage the chaos of my mind.<br>& When I am writing those<br>the pen glides gracefully across my paper as though whispering secrets<br>It took the demons the chaos the darkness and questions out of my heart's chambers <br>Unto the white parchment where it'll remain safe and far from anyone's judgment far from anyone's ears.</p><p><br></p>