Zonja Raja

Pen

I find it impossible to stay away

For there it stays drawing me nearer

And I wonder what is happening

With its inky walls paving rivers

Down a soul

I wait and linger

I stare at its shell of cold metal

And imagine its inner workings

Little creatures with inky blood

Killing themselves each time I write

I write in murder

I write in songs

This demonic beast with blood in its course

As if something Hell would want

And Heaven demands

I wonder what has stained the inner walls

Of my pen