Have You Been Writing Lately?

I have dishevelled hair so I shave it
To the scalp and to the point that I bleed
I no longer want to write my thoughts down
So I’ll try anything to set them free

It is not my pen that is the problem
And my fountain of ink has not run dry
I’m not experiencing writers block
These thoughts are twisted and I don’t know why

I have a multitude of memories
That my mind chooses to manipulate
In to more disturbing scenarios
That only the wicked ones can relate

If I cant find purity within me
Why do I bother to write anymore
Like a lost soul that is tired of life
Maybe death is something I should explore

I have always walked amongst the shadows
Where all the demons that you gave me lurk
But the death of my body will set me free
And illuminate my body of work

I have a creative mind but I abused it
At which point my sanity began to disperse
What is this gift of writing that I hear
All I have ever felt from this is cursed