Dating that cheerful writer Something you'll always regret. Bright will be the day you learn You ain't seen nothing yet. Once lucent, bookish introvert Naive to looming threat. "Those sweet, soft-spoken ones…", you smirk, "Delicious to quiet." For who would notice one lost voice When she barely uses it? Too busy honing your cruel skills, Her ensnared in heavy net, To notice she was honing hers To someday make you sweat. While you tortured, she hid notes (As if she could forget). Til somehow, some way, she slipped free Spoiled your fixed roulette. Now give the silenced pen and page And see how loud she'll get. Abusing that writer bitch, yeah, Something you'll always regret.