Inspiration just won't come
A lack of momentum

An unsolvable conundrum
An answer none can fathom

Ebbed has been the flow
Venom engendering rage and woe

Stuck inside for the meantime
Frustration rules prime

Neurons without spark
Not a single useful quark

This is no passion
It's more of an addiction

And the ink flows on
Describing this verbal starvation

The mask is there
For you not to stare
Not to look into these eyes
And find nothing there
Besides the things you despise

Forget not, remember
What I did to them in Winter
The heartless massacre
Judgement I had to deliver

Pinkish tinge of snow
Frozen blood that couldn't flow
Their carcasses food for the crow

An agent of chaos
I am the reason for your loss
Your lethal enemy
The only cause for this anarchy

So love me not,
Pity the abyss in me
Kill me, set me free
Gift me death and let me rot

My mind wanders
And a smile lingers

As I foster
A thought of her

A memory of the last meeting
Where she was just breathtaking

The clock ticks faster
Whenever I'm around her

I enjoy living
For she's within

Like sunshine,
She makes everything look just fine

She's divinity,
My only shot at humanity

I've got heavy eyelids
It's hard to resist, full of skids

But I don't want to fall asleep
For it is then that they slowly creep
Gathering for another of those mental orgies
Those passionate yet fearful memories

They grab at every inch of my skin
They like not being forgotten
These are not dreams, nor nightmares
These are my deepest fears

I can no longer sleep
I keep on staying awake
Afraid of the pain
There's too much at stake

Staring into that bottomless lake
I let the letters rain
The words, true and fake
The price to never dream again

This is not insomnia
This is my only phobia