Can you hear that?
You know the sound.
You can't put a finger on it, but you're
looking around. . .
For the source of the force
that can never be found
'Cause it's inside of me-
getting stronger with the beat coming from the underground.
It's a monster that's inside
Escaped from the confines
of my mind
Getting stronger every time I write.
Poet with powerful light
Pen that's full of fight
And paper with razor-sharp teeth, ready to bite.
I stomp the earth with the force of a dinosaur
Scaring fear into a hole with the powerful
ROAR!
When I write, trees collapse under incredible earthquakes
and fucking tornadoes cry and shake
with the feeling of terror, and I put everyone in danger
Until I've got to
STOP
'cause I'm running out of paper.
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