The problems spill, like sweat of slaves
Emotions laid, like brick to build
Swift in blood, Write away
Dabbed in ink, sworn in oath
No one sees, nor hears his pain
No one cares, nor feels the same
Haunts of this, like life's sun
Birth of him, the writings done
Break away, to let go
Outer rim, here he stands
The return, to the man
Of the poets hand
And this monster craves, the blood of him
The return, of the poets hand