Sitting here I type
Sick sentences
And terrible thoughts
Clashing creativity
And my maddening mind
Is it supposed to soothe me
Shouting to a soulless world
Screaming, simply to make a sound
My raw throat rebels
I can't continue counting the days
My addiction aches to act
Sitting here I type
With shuddering shoulders and
Fidgeting fingers
Alliteration is an ally
