Ink, dripping like blood from a fresh wound;
they are blind to the human that hides behind the story.
Pens, carving deeper scars than any blade;
they are oblivious to fires that burn brightly in their wake.
Words, carrying insults that drop like toxic bombs;
they are hunting for a headline to feed their selfish lust.
Lies, spreading like a virus through fragile human hearts;
they are insatiable creatures consumed by soulless hunger.
Those sharpened tongues are aimed right at your throat;
beware the deadly crossfire.