Apology to a Pen

Forgive me my dear, for once again,

I m afraid I m campaigning against you.
I want
to bleed you dry
to make you scream
to make you sing
And all for selfish me
How else can I pour onto a page
The blood which far deeper than veins runs?
Who else can I serve as sacrifice,
A lamb whose consciousness is better left unknown,
The thousand heretics in my brain screaming for release,
Sinful thoughts and words of beings
But now I give it all away.
I spoil the play yet to be writ,
I shame the writer yet to find
A pen
His pen
My pen
How funny the pen would keep us in
When in fact, it s the only release.
And so forgive me once again;
For sweet release of yours and mine,
I bleed you by and by.