VOID

These boring hours. I take a deep breath
Starting at the blank paper with death
I can feel the plain hollowness
Drowning me slowly with emptiness

There is nothing I write in the page
I feel I'm trap in the visible cage
My inner bulb has no significant lights
I don't know if this is wrong or right

I feel lost without you and I can't rhyme
In the paper sheets I have waste time
My heart beats like an ominous flat line
I'm dying to know what's mine

Hesitant sighs will not give me a remedy
In the sheets, I have search for melody
I want to copy, oh stealing is a crime
For I might get in prison in no time

I'm lack of metaphorical emotions
Someone has stole my jar of inspirations
I write rhymes with limitations
Writers block at its dangerous caution

These past nights, I feel utterly paranoid
My mind crash down like an asteroid
For my bottle of ideas have spill its ink
Over the tile floor, all I ever do is blink

My fantasy have silently left the door
I cry softly and nothing more
Oh I miss the arms of nostalgia
Feeling its warm and euphoria

Shards scatter under my bare feet
Feeling pain through gritt teeth
Bad times haunts my core
Its hurts you don't love me anymore

Since the day you give me blues
For you find someone better and new
Fragments of bitter, I cannot avoid
Inside my unfiltered heart, I feel a void.