Consume me, haunt me
Live within me, be me.
Light up the dark inside,
Make me see that dark side…
You, you, you’ve been teasing a while
You, you, you’ve been watching me a while,
You, you, you’ve got to help me cross over,
Just do me this one last favour…
It is my soul, I exist to write
But an empty mind refuses to type.
A quill, a pen, a pencil… the hand is uninspired
Give me my soul back, don’t make me fight.
It has been a long journey,
It has been a love story of sorts.
On paper they shimmer,
My ideas, my thoughts
I am greedy, and I want more.
Pages unblanked, stories retold.
You, you, you stop torturing me.
I beg of you just set me free
Free to wander in a land of fantasy,
To relive and retell whatever I see.
To write and scream and be a writer,
From this storm, that’s my only shelter.