if beauty sleep means anything
then I must be really ugly

my mind is blank
like a canvas brand new

writers block at its finest
who the hell knows what I can say

my mind is a blank slate
that is able to make beautiful work

I'm a firework that hasn't been lit
and there's no one around to light it.

I'm stuck.

Writing a thousand
angst filled lines
isn't soothing
my ache