My finger wrote words that I have not hear of before
as if they moved on there own
I could not stop ever tho I want to
My hands began to hurt as if a pen had stabbed it
blood running down to my pen as ink
than the words stop
the words were magical as if they were a spell toll to me from a long time ago
the look of the whole picture of the words was not so pretty tho
the sense of blood made it look so devilish
no words were needed, just a look that's all it took.