The Bane Of My Existence Is An Empty Page,
When The Words Won't Flow The Thoughts Just Age,
My Mind Is Swelling But Equally As Empty,
How Can Articulacy Come When I'm Particularly Numb.

How Comes Happiness Is Ever So  Fleeting,
Can't Contain The Energy When My Aura Is Bleeding,
Redirect My Aura When My Soul Isn't Eating,
Self Consuming Ouroboros It's Follow While Leading.

Heavy Headed While I'm Floating,
Truth Is Tough No Sugar Coating,
Mind Is Full My Brain Is Bloating,
Ears Are Full Of What You're Quoting.

If I Am Free The Sky Is No Limitation,
But This Absence Of Life Is A Poor Imitation,
This Façade Of Civility Is Inherently Flawed,
A Cavalcade Of Hurt People Their Lives Are Ignored.