The Used Pen

Don't you feel used when I constantly click you,
because I like the sound?
Don't you feel abused when I rub your head
against the white and blue
until your blood flows for me?
And don't you feel empty when I take you apart
And make your insides spring up into the air
because I find it slightly amusing,
And then I shove them back into you
and continue rubbing?
Does it hurt when I bite you?
I know it leaves scares.
I'll bet you feel helpless when I pass you around,
so other people can have a turn with you.
Doesn't it make you sad when I put you away
because I'm tired of the color you bleed?
I want black blood right now,
not blue.
It probably pisses you off when I slam you on the table top
trying to make a cool beat.

But when your blood begins to spatter and I throw you away,
leave you just barely alive,
I bet that's when you break down and really start to cry.
Isn't it?
Well I'm sorry it was like that,
really.

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1. 4 SUGAR BEAR says:

   You crack me up.... ~PEACE OUT

2. 4 SUGAR BEAR says:

   You crack me up.... ~PEACE OUT