Writer's block
My hands across the keyboard...

Harsh rumors
Tiny whispers around...

Treasure
Eyes gaze towards the wet sand...

Rampage
I can't control myself...

Juxtapose
A disguise of perfection...

Hatred
I'm not in the mood anymore...

Something now
Transform paints into emotions...

Instinct
Instinct shall guide you...

Cheer up
Pointing hungry eyes...

Framed memories on the wall,
reminding me of my past life...

Still pretending
The night was beautiful inside...

That night
I wave my pen in circles...