emptiness

everyone is affected by writer's block at one time or another

i'm looking for a song on empty music sheets

looking for a friend who'll understand

on busy empty city streets where half humanity lies

finding empty words, worn, tarnished, spun to dust

though no crime i have partook, my end of days are coming

so empty, i'm willing to squeeze a pencil 'til it bleeds

lookin' for words on my writer's chopping block

extort the lead so that it's bled

until i gain the thing i'm yearnin'

etch it on eternal stone in words of gold

i gotta know when to let it go, drop it at the master's feet

an' let him do what he wants with me before the end of days

let his love words supernatural fill this leaking, aging vessel

otherwise i will rue the days instead, 

filling my mind with stale, empty words