I write because it keeps me sane
Takes away my sorrow, anger and pain

When my mind switches off or gets stuck on repeat
Words make no sense and i feel incomplete

My lines have no flow and the frustration sets in
Pen poised above paper
Giving up before I can even begin

On with the headphones, Psyclon Nine takes my life
Haunting my head so my hand can write
The rhythm of rhyme pushes my senses to flight

While the energy  incited by the beat of the drum
Has me no longer frustrated and no longer numb

Music is my muse and with it I play
I'm the hunter, the words are my prey.