You see a black pen
And a blank paper in front of you
And your mind is in chaos
Of messy words trying
To form each other
But it doesn't make sense
Because you feel empty
And these images in your head
Takes form in ugly shapes
And contours
All dark and blue and red
And everything senseless
While you sit still just staring
At the black pen and the blank paper
As if waiting for something
To happen but nothing does
You hear the clock ticking away seconds
To minutes
To hours
And outside your window the snow falls
A dancing blizzard wind
And all the while you kept staring
Listening to the wind howl
And the ticking clock
And in front of you is that black pen
And that blank paper now painted with blood.