Disturbed Man's Ink:
Alone at night with the candles lit
Writing with a shaky hand like a paranoid twit
My sanity began to sink
When I started using the disturbed man’s ink
I began writing about the strange hallucination
And going through rehabilitation
My eyes can no longer blink
While I’m possessed by demonic ink
I look deranged, I know
Like Edgar Allan Poe
Writing evil sayings on my wall
Then describing killings from a killer doll
I continued to write about my incarceration
And being forced medication
I wrote on with blood on my cell’s walls
I broke free and ran through the halls
Now if your blood runs black
I’ll write the rest of your days into paperback
My words will be wise
As I write your demise
No longer sanely can anyone think
Thanks to a dab of evil ink
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