I’m running out of ideas.
Running out of thoughts.
Running out of emotions.
Time is chasing after me,
but I don’t have my muse.
Since the day I decided to be strong,
it was when things became wrong.
I no longer had feelings.
Why did it turn out like this?
Staring at these blank pages,
Seems like I have left for ages.
Words are building up inside my head,
but my fingers won’t move, they’re dead.
All these broken words I cannot string together,
Disappearing into the abyss.
I need my muse.
I want you to be my muse.
Get these words out of me.
Bring me back the feelings I used to have…
Bring it back to me once again.