Stuck in the moment of here and now
The writers hand becomes clouded by self doubt
He turns on his music for his mind to allow
The power of his words to crash about

A waterfall of his life flows from his wrist
Explosions of emotion fill up the page
Every new story a different experience
Showing why he stays in waters so shallow

Self love finds the sun to scare
Those doubtful clouds of grey
Bringing him strength to write
A heart aching pain away

No ending, no begining
Just a bottle of emotions shaken up
missing hearts
Lacking location
Was this love or lust
Losing signal, no sense of connection
Seeking validation in order to get satisfaction
Finding it at the end of empty bottles
Sometimes in a needle
Hoping for an end while crying for a sequel

Sometimes words dont flow
They scratch your soul
With a blunt knife,
Splintering edges
And jagged rough cuts
Not elegant enough
To be called engraved.