Inside this poetic mind of mine,
Lies a monster that's ticking time..
A monster who is being pushy,
Making me write everyday..
Even when I got nothing to share,
He whips his whip without care..
Making me bleed my words out,
Blood turns into ink...
Until I've come up with something new,
The monster will continue to torture me..
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 10:45 AM UTC
Inside this poetic mind of mine,
Lies a monster that's ticking time..
A monster who is being pushy,
Making me write everyday..
Even when I got nothing to share,
He whips his whip without care..
Making me bleed my words out,
Blood turns into ink...
Until I've come up with something new,
The monster will continue to torture me..
