Tearing Testament

My throat tightened with every word I wrote Until my voice just broke Coughed out the ink that my black pen choked One look down at the paper is all it took A whole well of an oily dark stain Had gone and wrecked the only pretty words I’d lain And the more I tried to erase the residue The fewer words remained in view I swallowed in anger at the slick on the page But only felt my tongue stick on contact in my rage I tore a good thing apart With each part a perfect half Each half formed a perfect whole Our words take their toll Thoughts have become blackened with ink. He hopes something will come But now the good is covered by some other one