When the pen misses the paper,
I can't seem to sleep,
Knowing that the craft I once mastered
Has now abandoned me.
No matter how much I write,
Now matter how much I think,
The words I try to form
Always come out as splattered ink.
And my hands start to tremble
And my head starts to ache,
And my heart feels so heavy
Its too much for me to take.
When the pen misses the paper
My whole world starts to change,
And I feel myself falling
And falling
Until it all just
Fades
Away
.
.
.
