A pen without ink is worthless
But extremely lethal too
Sitting there in idleness waiting to wield its dangerous nature
Like an unforgiving rapier draws deep furrows across helpless blank pages
Transforms into a monster
Extreme psychotic behaviour; runs amok like a naked sword
Distraught and wounded pages
Are reminders of a pen without feelings
Evils are born from sulking and deep rage
Never allow the pen to be dry
Its life and nature depends on healthy ink
~Amitav