The Way I See It , There are two Kinds of Writers Block ,
The Kind that Happens When you are Trying Too Hard & The Kind That Happens When You Havent Been Trying At All
For a While .
I've Had them Both .
Sometimes I Swear Im Cursed to Die Alone
But Thats a Story for a Different Day .
I Hate to Complain
I know the All Mighty Pendulem Swings Both Ways
But Still
In the Still , Calm , Quiet Nights
As I'm Thanking The Lord for UnAnswered Plights
As im Dreaming of Wrong Whilst Praying for Right
I don't Know What else to Hold On to .
Sincerity Fails to Impress
Nine of those Times out of Ten
If Only Wishes Were Made Out of the Same Substance that Clouds Are .
Gathering up out of Nothing
Then Pouring Down Rain .
God Forgive Me .
And Forgive Them .
They Know Not What They've Done to Me ,
But I know What they've Done to him .
Yesterday I Packed a SuitCase Filled with Faith & Pills
You Know , Just Incase .