Turn Out the Light When You Leave

Been staring at this blank page
For what seems to me like days
Out of love, out of coffee
Wearing nothing but a pair
Of wild wild eyes
And a twist to my grin
That sets my mouth to about half past sane
Dawn is tapping at my window
But I refuse to let her in
She's only going to chastise me
Over another wasted night

No way around this one, I'm afraid
My worst fear has come to pass
Only half remembered emotions
From events slipping deeper into my past
Have spurred me on till now
And now, even they have ebbed away
To leave me sitting here
With nothing left to say
Smoking too much
Forgetting to eat
Skin on the wrong side of pale
I am empty
And my words have gone stale

Inspiration slips quietly out the door
Leaving me gazing at a blank page, alone on the floor

I arrive at the realization
That all my inspiration
Was driven by all that I felt
Well, I feel nothing
No joy, no depression
Just the vague impression
That something precious has been lost
Yet even for this I fail to care
I feel NOTHING
I walk that God forsaken no man's land
That all writers must fear

Self doubt creeps in, through the open door
Take what you can find old friend, for I have nothing more

I am empty