The taste of cyanide  (English, Paperback, Aja)

I write To keep that jewel of memory, the fresh set of pain, springing with life,To keep an eye on my demons, for them to never find a place to hide,It's but a necessity that I lift my pen, it's to cage the chaos of my mind.& When I am writing those,the pen glides gracefully across my paper as though whispering secretsIt took the demons, the chaos, the darkness, and questions out of my heart's chambers Unto the white parchment, where it'll remain safe and far from anyone's judgment, far from anyone's ears.