The blank, ominous void seems to absorb all inspiration of the ones who just had it all
The artists with the passion to write, to draw, to paint, to create
The absorption of all colors, all wonderful ideas
The bucket runs dry and the pages sit unnervingly blank
And the creator evermore frustrated as the void inherits the soul of another creation
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC
The blank, ominous void seems to absorb all inspiration of the ones who just had it all
The artists with the passion to write, to draw, to paint, to create
The absorption of all colors, all wonderful ideas
The bucket runs dry and the pages sit unnervingly blank
And the creator evermore frustrated as the void inherits the soul of another creation
Don't like this one, but it's written, so whatever?
