I sit here looking at this blank piece of paper
Thinking of another way to pour my soul through this pen
But my mind is blank after diggin ideas with this scraper
Nothing comes to the surface to bleed and blend
Silence is roaring through me
While I chew my lip in anticapation
But I guess it just wont be
Nothing to express these varied sinsations
The beast just slumbers with in
Not even great anger or passion moves it
Heh not even after so many wonderful sins
Well I guess I've finally reached eternal bliss
Or my muse has once again abandon me
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