The words are no longer flowing through my head,
no longer letting me set them to paper.
The words aren't letting me use my abilities
a better world,
a purer world
where darkness no longer exists,
and all is as it should be.
With no words flowing through my head,
I cannot become lost in a dream,
seek the surreality that I wish to know again,
to seek again--
God, I just want to
but my vision is clouded, and my spark is gone...
I can only hope to find a new one.