These nighttime shades really dampen my mind
I’m clouded and confused by sundown
Haunted by pitifully exhausted spirits
Whispering “Write Write!
Practice practice practice!
Don’t sleep run run run!
Lack depth lack thought!
Lack creativity!
Lack sleep!
Lack originality!
Lack peace!
Lack sanity!
Lack individuality!
Lack water!
Lack food!
Lack organization!
Lack life!
Lack love!
Lack booze!
Lack drugs!
Lack ink lack repetition lack form lack gleam shine and prose!
Drown in it breathe it in die die die!”
i hope i never hear these whispers... they kind of scared me just in text :P
ReplyDeleteMinus the necessity to write, I get it. I hate night.
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