Another blank page staring back at me,
awakening the eye's of my creativity.
Infinite nothingness flows from the pen,
now it has started now it must end.
I am searching myself for answers untold,
I find a new doorway that wants to evolve.
Those darkest moments are all in my head,
I have eaten my fill of the world I am feed.
All of the silence now painting this page,
are all of my thoughts and inner rage.
The lunatics invaded my tranquil mind,
destroying the reasoning that they'd find.
So they left me to rebuild this fragile place,
and now I must conquer the message they gave.
My weakened mind shall never be wronged,
walking through doorways just whistling songs.