passing thru the nothing
myself penning a song letÕs me face the fear
this fear of pens
ink drowns my nightmares
ink bleeds into my dreams
twisting those caps make me jump
ah.. pens!!
when will this problem end
when will there be no more pens
long after iÕm dead
one night when iÕm asleep
i look out my window and see
millions of erect pens standing in the lawn
they slowly advance towards the house
screeching their horrifying screech
my eardrums start to bleed
i scream
i cry
Ôtis a dream
i die
