I'm a true poet but l8ly I've been slacken
The words fell apart nd the walls started crackin
Nd next thing u kno that little part in my brain
That holds my creativity nd pain was gone
It faded to the darkness
All it left me was a body a carcass
A shell with nothing in it
No more pages to turn
Bt then i sat down with a paper nd a pen
Nd told this one story, this one story i've been telling my whole life
Next thing you kno the poets back to life
