Sometimes I wonder
If I should just commit

Should I use a knife?
String up a rope?

What am I supposed to do?
I just can't live like this anymore.

I've tried again and again.
Nothing is working.

So, help me understand
What am I to do?

A poem is a piece of writing
Partakes of the nature of speech
The rhyming is exciting
Metaphorical and Melodious each

Exhibits formal elements
Keeps the beat of a Meter
Climbing to the time of Rhyme
And keeps the stanzaic structure.

Guys, I need help.
I've got serious writer block
I can't think of any words
My brain feels like a rock.

Guys, I need help.
I've got serious art block
My imagination is lacking
My brain needs a little shock.

I can't think of what to do
I'm banging my head against a wall
Nothing is coming to mind
I'm gonna start to bawl

Guys, please help.

Re-creating reality
I don't know what is wrong with me
Something real bad is happening
It's the start of calamity

The knife is sharp against my skin
I feel the pressure bubbling thin
My head begins to spin
A demon tries hard to break in

The cuts are deep inside my flesh
The blood is boiling red and fresh
There is no time left to refresh

Yet.
The ending is not so immense

He waits in the night
Such a glorious sight
With fingers like claws
And a crow that caws

He waits in the day
So he'll be at bay
With hair like the void
That no one can avoid.

He waits in the moon
It'll be over soon
With eyes like coal
That will rot your soul

He waits in the sun
It's almost done
With wings like fire
That suits his attire

He waits in the night
Such a glorious sight
As he goes by
You all will die

The little boy
lived in a home
The little boy
felt all alone

The little boy
went to school
The little boy
he felt so cool

The little boy
fell down the stairs
The little boy
has no one who cares

The little boy
scratches his arms
The little boy
always gets harms

The little boy
strung up a rope
The little boy
has given up hope

The little boy
hung from side to side
The little boy
is now no more

I have demons in my head
They try to tell me what to do
I have demons in my head
Do you have them, too?

There are demons all around
They push me this way and that
There are demons all around
With a sound of a fluttering bat.

I see demons everywhere I look
Why are they following me?
Where am I?
Why aren't I free?

I look upon myself in a mirror
And see a demon smiling back