To write it all down
Is the only thing I can do.
To sit here dreaming of something new
As the words form images
That begin to fill your mind
I realise it won't be long until I am blind.
You continue to read
My written words
Until everything you see begins to blur
Maybe there are pages upon pages
Maybe a tear has come to your eye
As you read these words, I begin to die
So much ink to describe so little
And yet, before you lay my entire soul
I have payed the price, I have paid the toll
So that you can read
And see things I have seen
And know all the things I have been.
You cannot begin to understand
As you begin to map out this unknown land
I have no idea what to write
Or what it is I am supposed to say
But by writing, I have convinced you to stay
And read of this nothingness
... Of my empty prison

                                                                 Werewolf