I’ve watched this disappear, clouded and unclear
Ringing from a voice, ringing in my ears
A sentimental sound, though ascetic and austere
Screaming for me to adhere
This densely dire room, with claustrophobic walls
A glutton for the gloom, as sweat seeps from my pores
The pressure to press on, the tempt of letting go
The muse plants the seed, will it grow?
Or will the devil dim the lights?
Close and cover up our eyes
Lie and stricken us with fear
Hide the thoughts that we hold dear
Watch the clever, writher scared
As the devil rears his head
Leaves no evidence or utterance
The once effulgent is now solemn and old
One word could take this pain away
Just a teasing taste
Take these things I feel
And make them words I say
Every sight and sound
Every thought resounds
Every bittersweet, servile symphony
And oh, it’s just a breath away
Such a pleasant place
Where the devil hides, hides his wicked face
Oh hear the words, blessed words
That bring music to my ears
Then silence tears this whole thing down
The pleasant crest, depressed, exhausted
Watch the devil dim the lights
So sad are the seeds we sow
When the thoughts don’t grow
And the fields dry
From a cloudless sky
Watch the world become livid, embittered and cold
Or will the fires burn
Will the wheels turn
One creative churn
Feel the subtle smile
As the world becomes better than ever before

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