Why have you left me empty minded and alone
Words I can not find as desperate as I try, tears begin to roll up in my eyes
This feeling I must express, I need to get it out
So frustrating I begin to shout
I write and I jot down meaningless phrases
This pen of mine is running me through mazes
So many words I have wrote, this quill has become empty and broke
Must I cut a vien, will the pain give me inspiration, dip this pen in the blood that drains
Will those blood stained words invoke my creation