I don't get writer's block.
I get writer's bane.
The cravings for lovely words curled across a page,
Is enough to go insane!
But maybe that's what I want,
A step too close to the brink to bring upon a new age.

So bring me your poison,
Forcefeed me bleach with a spoon.
Anything to satisfy my hunger!
Maybe I'll start writing soon...

Look at the innocent children,
To them letters are black and white shapes.
They don't know starvation for ink nor love for pen.
Wait, sweet kiddies, just wait.
It'll be shoved down your throats and few will resist.
Yet those who embrace it can know first love's kiss.

Writhe in pain at the bleak blank page staring you down.
You can't escape the torment.
Our society has plastered the taunting words all around.
The words thrive in your head,
Amongst your thoughts they ferment.

The bonds that have become you will choke you in your sleep,
But oh how you go so willing.
Because both living and dead the writings of men keep.
And oh how the words are so thrilling.

Bittersweet sentences are everywhere,
Clutching you with eternal hold.
Knowledge may be power,
And actions may be heard,
But words will always be pure gold.
In a moment the perfect answer lies in just one simple word.