Don’t Erase It

There’s a haze over my eyes that tells me I can’t focus
This feeling is so damning, it can sometimes be so hopeless
When I’m drained of all emotions and I rest beside the quiet
I start to lose my mind a bit, I really can’t deny it
That I’m inspired by the chaos, my agony and weakness
Letters flow so fluidly when I’m falling all to pieces
When I’m smothered by the leeches that try to drain me dry
I write a thousand lines from the pain inside my mind
But the rain that filled my sky has suddenly gone missing
The man in me is happy, but the writer’s left here itching
Twitching in discomfort from the panic of the silence
It’s enough to drive him crazy while leaving him so quiet
Cause this blissful kind of diet is shockingly nutritious
The fire loses fuel until it doesn’t seem so viscous
But he wishes he could handle it, I wish that I could write again
Just scribble down a line or two before I lose my mind again
Cause agony has died within and though it’s what I prayed for
I always thought that I would be able to create more
Writing out depictions that are somewhat thought provoking
Emotions on the side and replaced by joyful hoping
But I’m stoking up a fire that doesn’t want ignition
I’m thankful for this love and that I found what I was missing
But if anyone can hear me, can you answer listen to my wishes
Let me keep this happiness, but help me push the piston
And get this engine rolling and then get the letters flowing
Persuade this mind to think a bit, give it food for growing
Leave me standing upright with my love and former skill set
Keep me in this fairy tale, but don’t erase this thrill yet

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