To My Words

this pen is my savior. ruthlessly spitting my emotions onto paper. this paper is my heart. thunderously beating life into my body, my words.these words are my claws. savagely tearing at the veil this corrupted world cowers into. I write to smile, hurt, laugh, cry, want, need, breathe. before I found you, I was chained to limits, afraid to escape a self appointed cage. before you found me, I was hopelessly lost, trying to make sense of nothing. but you ravish me, you defile me, you devour me & you individualize me. irrevocably and I am left unapolgetic. these words are my key & I write to be free.