I'm entrapped in a world of darkness
Thought has been banned
My pen has run out of ink
It's a suffocating world
I'm about to scream
I'm all out of poetry
The life has run dry
My artistic side has died
This world of darkness
Is like nothingness
There's no feeling
No hurt
No happiness
No sadness
No love
No anger
No anguish
No thought
No prayer
Little movement
This is a strange room
I can't move
I can't breathe
It's like a room of insanity
My mind is in a straight jacket
Am I crazy?
I'm talking to myself again
But it's not through my pen
There are spider webs filling the rooms of my mind
There is no day
There is no night
There's no mid-day
There is no fright
There is no song
There is no talk
There is no love
There is nothingness in this world
Because
This is the world inside of a mind of one who's got writer's block.
