I came here to write again,
Although I don't know if my hand will work well with my pen.
My mind is out of words,
Silence is the only noise I heard.
I rummage a word from my tiny pocket,
But I found not a bit,
I am lost in my own personal space,
No one can find me in this lost place.
I wonder if I will ever run out of ink,
My paper is wet as I blink,
I shed the words that I should have written,
I am lost in a void of the rotten.
