Tear apart the soul till you find just what you searched for Till the blood stains your hands and seeps unto the floor Watch as agony takes over and the pain sets in A poets miserable existence leaves one feeling paper thin
Heart of ice and a lips like razors He alone and alone to be Dont come close Dont touch him with your warmth Do not talk to him for he is not a he As far from one as one can be
Gouge the eyes that see through A metaphorical sight They serve no purpose in reality Physicality Take but a drop of blood and watch as the poet washes away His tears carry verses like a song
Tis no feeling like a poet whose lost his way Down and out What is he supposed to say
No words, no meaning with no solution in sight For what if this were to be his last night? Maybe its so that you can take everything that makes us who we are Fault it and blame it
A bane of thy existence In which the poet is forced to live