A Writer Of A Different Sort

"A Writer Of A Different Sort"
2011

I was laying in my place
With a fiendish smile upon my face
And then a shining soul
Who I'd helped to being whole
Looked down and said the things
That helped my pride to feel a sting
And thoughts began to race in head
As she smiled at me and said,
"Can you tell I'm always watching?
Can you tell that I observe?
Your actions from a distance
In an effort to preserve
Myself inside an instance
Because I see your way with words
They're so helpless to your pen
But I think it's what each one deserves
For their heads begin to spin
As you sway and move your pen
And they smile and let you in
And then they're never seen again
Gone missing in a world
Still fueled by a boy who's meeting girl
And still they never realize
A true writer just won't compromise
So darling look within your chest
See the place your every breath will rest
And you'll see a heart that's draped in rust
Thanks to it's disuse through your lust
'Cause your wishing to finally prove
Each time your pretty pen will move
That you can captivate a crowd
And all you have to do is whisper aloud
And then their heads begin to spin
As you sway and move your pen
And they smile and let you in
And then they're never seen again
Gone missing in a world
Still fueled by a boy who's meeting girl
And still they never realize
A true writer just won't compromise
You're not striking when you stand
With your feet on top of solid land
But put a pen inside your hand
And you become a different kind of man
Then you'll become a living dream
And you will write until I seem
Like a goddess upon a throne
That you would die to make your own
And it's as your spilling ink
That I would then begin to think
That I've found my everything
And I'd hear angels start to sing
But now I see your halo's wrapped in thorns
To take attention of your horns
And though you're close to godly with a pen
There's a devil beneath your skin
So save your empty promises
For the crowd of fools and novices
They'll take everything you've got
But get thee from me, for love, I do know you not.
And never again, will my head begin to spin
As you sway and move your pen
I won't smile or let you in
So I hope you're never seen again
And that you've gone missing in a world
Still fueled by angry girls
Who  woke up and realized
A true writer just won't compromise..."