MisterLolrus

That feeling you get when you just have to write something The unsettling churning fluttering vomit And all that comes out is words When you know what you want and know what to write So jagged jumbled yet clean concise But lost and confused What can be said has been said And the gauge in your head reads empty No more words to say it says to your dismay So words you draw from nooks and crannies and corners and cracks and carbon But jagged jumbled not clean concise And no more flow 'till that feeling you get When all that comes out is words and you don't even need to know But yet again the fleeting feeling has flown So no more wor

my sad is mute my words come out and fall, petrified my emotions hang off my shoulders like a tattered coat serving no purpose all full of holes all badged in blood my pain is blind like a bullet; ignorant forward hit stop my emotions are a gun they only mar others why should i wear my coat i like the cold