It's a little cramped.
I HAVE NOT CONCEIVED THE NOTION OF SPACE...

Writing for the sake of it, waiting for my Muse to...
For all the world I can't seem to break through to...

Where I'm going, I've got no idea
All I know is that now I'm here...

Your bloodflecked lips, They kiss my sky again
I took you back inside, Thought your games were...

Once you had clung to me,
Driftwood in your hostile sea...

I know I could never hurt you enough
To take you out of your bitter self...

Been staring at this blank page
For what seems to me like days...

It just isn't right, I'm telling you
Nothing doing, no inspiration...

Can't believe that we're still here
Even after all these years...

I am the one you seek
Hidden behind twisted guile...

Zen and tenderness
Beautiful tensions...