24th September, 2015 – 12:49am

my inspiration strikes deep, dark, late at night
when my thoughts come out to play and threaten to bite
a plague of words and a shallow, stolen tear
writing out on paper while the music drowns my fear
the inspiration is useless as it’s all for nothing
hoping one day, midnight dreams will amount to something
no talent, just love, and a need to give
to those losing any sort of hope to live
lost in their minds, an endless maze
a whisper of a lie and sent in a craze
“you’re fine, you’re better” screams the wind aloud
as you’re swept away and lost into the sound
reassurance for a weakness that’s leading aside
your hopes and dreams that are willing to hide.