K i l l e rHeart pounding,
Knife in hand,
Ready to kill.
W r i t e r s b l o c kI wish I could write every thought,
Every memory of us down exactly how I want,
And exactly how I remember it.
But, it's so...hard,
Yet at the same time so easy.
I remember what we said,
Exactly how we said it,
But I just can't seem to write it down.
I try to write out my feelings,
But the words won't flow.
Everything in my mind is jammed and blurred.
They have a name for this infliction:
It's called writers block.
D a r k to L i g h tI'm falling, slipping away.
Falling into the ever unknown,
Falling into despair and empty blackness
Where no light, not even a glint can penetrate through.
And just as I'm about to hit the ground,
You caught me,
And light shown through.