I feel it scratching up my throat
Trying to claw its way onto my paper
Yet when I open my mouth
When I give it the tools it desperately craves
It backs down, disperses into my veins
It sits and simmers
Boils my blood
Fries my brain
I want to run from the wordless agony
Want to jump the fence
Of my creative self-destruction
But the more emotions I swallow,
The higher I have to climb
I can’t breathe
It’s raining subjects
And I’m drowning in failure
Bestow me with a sword
Because the pen has betrayed me
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment