Her voice spits hatred but her heart seeps peace. Why can't she voice the opinions the breathes? The only way to express it is to bleed. The razor makes pain but it makes her not feel. The darkness has shown her that it is the king. She puts her fingers on the frets and then starts to sing. "Pain, pain don't go away, stay for just another day. I have no more that I can say, lets just hope death is on it's way."

What to write when you can't write at all,

Expialidocious for writers one to all.

To once, was and always will be.

A block to stop the flow of creativity.

To break the dam of written lust,

Chant Explialidocious.

What to say when nothing's to say?

To say again and again,

Just relax, take a ride on the merry go round.

Just watch it spin and spin.

Colors, words, thoughts, emotions,

Swirl around in pots like potions.

What to chant to break the hex?

Expialidociousness.

Don't believe in restrictions,
You'll only find yourself living up to your own expectations....
Don't let the world bring you down,
Just be your own and just be patient.

Whisper softly, so discrete.
Chanting along to the beat.
This is no enormous feat.
These blank pages just called out to me.

Full moon... Full moon...
Shine your light down on the sea.
Caress the beast inside of me.
Let me know you're there.
Full moon... Full moon...

Can I ask you a question?
How are you so **** comforting,
When you're a million miles away?
Full moon...
How can I be patient,
If I want to see you,
I'll have to wait and wait all day?
Full moon...

Twinkle twinkle little star,
Admire beauty from afar.
Twist my lone and eager heart.
Full moon... Full moon...

Heal all my hurting wounds.
Douse the pain in rays of you.
Make it disappear.
Full moon...

Honestly,
I hurt myself today.
Just to make sure it was all okay.
Just to feel in some sort of way.
Just to watch myself decay.
I hurt myself today.

I broke,
I lost.
Overwhelmed with exhaust.
To get me back at any cost.
From day to day, whirled and tossed.
I can't believe I broke,
I lost.

Honestly,
I hurt myself again.
I didn't think my will was this paper thin.
To take the razor and cut the skin.
I didn't mean to hurt myself again.

Honestly,
I guess that's just the price you pay.
To let it take the pain away.
To let it make your thoughts astray.
That's just the price you pay.
To know you're gonna hurt yourself today...

Time escalates by leaving me time to think. How many times have I stood, staring in the mirror, blinking away the tears, each image coming clearer?

    Time shattering truth in anger, each shard cutting deep but each cut cutting deeper. Alone on the floor, myself against my wrist, crying on the phone, hearing the clock as it ticks.

    Standing on a bridge, screaming at the sky. Picking each Iris, crying and asking why. Rain may wash away the tears but you're always left crying, wishing away the years.

    They tell me all the time, "You are not alone" but all that I touch, just rots and turns to stone. Hourglasses turning in hands, keep restarting the never ending sands. Make time last, I can't. But remembering is a curse, in which will be grand...