Demerit کے بول

Empty and blank, The sheet stares back Notes, pages, piles, reams Coffee stains, broken pencils, ruined dreams Convoluted metaphors strewn crumpled on the floor Vacant words on vacant pages, pent-up feelings trapped in cages Pretty words so meaningless Thoughts void of intelligence Nonsense, sentence Creativity to death Mediocrity is all i've left Lack of inspiration, the noose around my muse's neck It keeps me from going under The noose around my muse's neck