(dark themed)

I have been told that the pen can make a powerful impact, that it is far mightier than a sword. I have found that this is true. There are days that I have wished for the sword, for the bite of a blade that is final and true. But the sword is not held by my hand and will never touch my skin.

I am a prisoner of the pen.

The pen leads to a much crueler fate. A cut from a blade does not invite insanity, only peace, and I have much prayed for its sweet release. No, it is the pen that chokes me, that traps me in endless days of isolation. It is the pen that tells me I am a lesser creature, for only animals and monsters are kept in a pen.