With Pen in Hand

The darkness comes

with pen in hand

 

David opens his eyes

A twisted world flows freely

from pen tip, through his eyes

 

David is a bad man

this I know is true

I've seen his work a million times

I've watched it through his eyes

 

I tell the world his stories

of depravity, and pain

 

Pain is real

It brings honesty

it comes in many forms

 

pain, it isn't free

 

the price is paid in spirit

with torn soul and blood

 

There are many men that can bring the pain

But a masters very rare

 

To be the one to dance alone

And revel in the night

 

To bring the pain

To the chosen few

 

Keep it going through the night

 

With depravity and madness

Conducting a symphony with screams

Building to crescendo

He shatters all their dreams

 

David is a bad man

This I know is true

 

With a pen I bring

His world to life

 

I live with what he does

 

The dreams, they come to haunt me

Each and every night

 

But it’s my job

My purpose

To tell the world his tale

Without him I am no one

 

Without me

He isn’t there

 

Symbiotically were intertwined

Part of the others life

 

Reality

It fades sometimes

The line it gets all blurred

Its David’s way of telling me

That he wants to be heard.

 

I do my job

I tell the tale

I write just what he says

Cause if I don’t

Then I’m the one

That’s the focus of his pain

 

I refused him once long ago

I’ll never do that again.

 

The screams from that night come to me

When I close my eyes

They fill my head

They squeeze my heart

Blood comes out my eyes

 

They are screams that I made myself

When I did not comply

The night I refused to write the words

That David had composed