With my pen, I gouged his eyes out
He has been blind to my hurt , so
This bloody mess is worth the work


Grabbing his tongue I cut it off
No more deceptive stories will this bastard tell
I poured poisonous ink down his throat as well


Stabbing him in the center of his being
I cut out his paper heart
He has been faking his emotions from the start


Lastly , I cut off each of his hands
He won’t be able to write anymore lies
I let out an evil laugh as Poetry dies