I FEAR WRITERS BLOCK
LIKE I FEAR THE INEVITABLE THOUGHT OF BEING ALONE
CLOSED OFF FROM THIS DARK ROOM
AWAY FROM THE ANXIETY AND GLOOM
OF THE SOCIETY AROUND ME THAT PUSHES AND SHOVES
THE THOUGHT OF THIS, AN UNFAILING LOVE
WHERE IS THE STING OF BITTER DISPUTE?
WHERE IS THE LOGIC IN FUTILE REFUTE?
AM I AS DUMB AS A BLIND LOVING MUTE?
OR AM I JUST PLAYING A RELENTLESSING FLUTE?
AM I JUST A BUM IN A WORLD FULL OF SHAME
WHERE MEN MAKE POINTS AND ANOTHER POINTS BLAME?
SWALLOWED WITHIN AND EXPLOITING REFRAIN
TO MAKE THEMSELVES BETTER THAN THE NEXT WHERES THE GAME?
AS A LIONESS STALKS ITS IGNORANT PREY
IN MY THOUGHTLESS ENDEAVOR, I DIE WHERE I LAY
AS MY HEART IS MISSING FROM MY CHEST, WHEN SHE CAME
SHE TORE IT ALL OUT AND LEFT ME, NO NAME
ALL I EVER WANTED WAS LOVE
ALL I EVER NEEDED WAS TO FEEL NOTHIN BUT
LIFE AND THE BITTER CHILL OF PAIN
WHERE THE MUSCLES TORE AND THE HEALING BE GAINED
WHERE IS THIS PHANTOM A WOMAN WITH NO FEAR?
WHERE IS THE WOMAN WHO WILL SCRATCH NOT MINE EAR?
SAVE ME FROM DEATH AND HEAL ME OR ELSE
ILL TURN TO BE LIKE THE OTHER MEN U KNOW WELL.