Suffer the pen <br />That has to write what I say, <br />Suffer the words <br />That have to serve my brain, <br />Suffer the light <br />Serving the dark <br />It seems unworthy <br />Of this task. <br />Wounds open and bleeding, <br />Made worse by the day, <br />Silence will eat me, <br />And relish my pain. <br />All of my deamons <br />Come back again, <br />These are the words <br />That I can not say.<br /><br />Mathew Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untitled-57/
