I've cursed my mind a million times,
I've typed out words I'll never share
I have prayed for the inspiration
Searched for mental cooperation
But I seem to find only air
Much like my grip on sanity
The syllables slip through my fingers
I just can't put on paper
Thoughts that become vapor
When only the emotion lingers
I wish I could rip, from beneath my ribs,
My convulsing heart and write in blood
Surely the meaning could be found
As its final beats resound
And onto the pages, the words would flood
But that's just it, that's what I want!
To pull this wretched pain from within my chest!
Perhaps with my torment finally known
Even written above me in stone
I might find peace, my heart would find rest.
