You feel it slowly at first
The singeing of sanguine-pumped pain
Piercing the remnants of a drained soul
Spreading through those past-haunted veins

You grasp & claw for something, anything
Maybe it’s hope, or just some fresh air
Something to save you from the agony
But still you drown in the depths of despair
....
Living in a maze of contemplation
All these things that I've become
This web of karma
I've weaved completely
Every which way my spiders run

Perhaps a pill or
Some sort of medication
Could help me find my poetic way
Yet I could never give in
To an indication
That I've nothing left to say
.....