I am a crazy writer, yes I am

The pen is my master

I am a crazy writer

The thoughts are my inspiration

Writing is my occupation

I use my blood as ink

And drip them on my script

To prove you my wits

Alone in the mysterious corner

I think, I thought, and I write

I mingle with the devils

And laugh with the angels

They grant me ideas

How to write in tears

I laugh when I write sadness

I cry when it comes to happiness

The fall seems eternal

The crawl takes forever

The hand rested on my forehead

And commanded me to wait

I hold the pen in my hand

And blood seeps through on the other end

I am a crazy writer yes I am

No one writes like how I can plan