Sharpened Pen

With my striking sword I’ll slice through paper
cutting words to be forever engraved.
Witch each slice I’ll bleed ink staining the pure
with the ills of my pains and pleasures.

 

I’ll cut my heart whole plastering it on paper
for the world to see, but only love can handle.
I’ll share secrets from my blade exposing
truth, but tie them with lies to keep hidden.

 

Each day I’ll fight clean with my striking sword
to cut out words slicing through my skin.
No shackles will come to hold me down
for I hold the greatest most wonderful weapon.