Of Words

Tell me again that this feeling will subside

When the words refuse to sit on the pages

And all I know to do is let the dizzy take me in

I fall into a deep and enslaving melody

Swaying and shaking, encompassing�� every fiber in me

I cannot pause to think

Nor mute these letters that come alive through your ink

It’s a storm-driven string of hell in my hands

The perfect arrangement, a symphonic demise

And the way life takes us into demonic stuttering eyes����������������������

I cannot look away, I must pu...