Pen And Paper

I write on the page with such force
The pen bleeds ink
I draw "happy" pictures
With ink-blood

Where are the words?
Where have the ran off to?
I cannot think
So i bleed out ink

Just like my own liquid
It runs along the page
Trying to escape
From a hell of a owner

I throw away the book
And drain out the substance
Within the tiny pen
And it too, left discarded

I hold my head in my hands
Has he took more than my life?
Like my thoughts, my dreams
My soul, my words...

All the words rush to my head
I need that pen and paper
But once I look up I realized they have been destroyed
By the hands that once created them