I start this off staring on a blank page
open office document, bleeding cursor passing days
without a single word
some say I'm absurd
like I string along a string of words
choosing not to cast my net
but I spend so long questioning myself
like is this even right?
then does that mean I failed
will my melodies ever live up?
will my metaphor be profound enough?
the ceiling gets higher and higher
it harder, and harder to shatter
and when I fall, I fall worse than I ever did before
evaluating the circumstances you just won't understand it.

You can see it in my eyes
a child's sparking lights up in the night
causing a search for approval
suffocated by refusal
devouring my skull
but never feeling full

Oh dear I don't want to be a burden
can you please be a little more concerned
with the over acted mind of a believer
a toxic thought

I start this off a little confused
writer's block doesn't exist
it's not a word I'm supposed to use
because it's all in my mind
a parasite I'm supposed to fined
but sometimes well most times it's so hard to define
so I pour couple drinks getting drunk on gasoline
fire pulses through my vanes
I'm sick of waiting for the day that courage overtakes my brain.