It's a clean cut paper because i never write
Putting words on a paper is to much of a fight
It's dark and my lamp is the only light
Sitting at my desk in the middle of the night
Worry strikes, and takes over my mind, thinking i won't finish in time
Anxiety brushes past my feet  as my foot taps the floor, faster and faster
Hearts beating louder and louder, as if the thunder came and rain showered
Happiness has escaped, fed to the pigeons,
hunger has fled as  i finished in the kitchen.
An it's quite still  like the world is no longer turning, the atmosphere is burning
Crashing, tumbling striking the floor, my mind is in war