Kept behind gates rusted shut All my words are locked away Shrouded in fogs of uncertainty A mural of misanthropic dreams This art shuttered from my heart A colorblindness to ink and paper Rolling my thoughts over and over Like a roast pig over a spitting fire I can no longer find my way out Escaping from my mind's maze Where no light dares twinkle
Writer's block in extreme depression is a bad thing for me to have...