Pen Is On Paper

Pen is on paper
But why can't I write
It's late getting later
Still can't say goodnight

Pen is on paper
Hands feel so cold
Same fcking story
By now getting old

Pen is on paper
But only the good poems scream
This one just whispers
Do you know what I mean?

This flood is slowly rising up swallowing the ground, beneath my feet, Tell me how anybody thinks under this condition so I'll swim (I'll swim) as the water rises up, the sun is sinking down. ~ Dark Blue- Jack's Mannequin