I stare at you with red and dreary eyes.
The hours seem to fly extremely fast.
Every second more, my soul slowly dies.
Will this block of creativity last?
I loathe how you taunt me with your color.
A black line keeps blinking persistently.
This page will lead me astray from scholar.
Why does time keep passing by so quickly?
No hope will be gained from staring at you.
Forcing myself to think makes my head ache.
I try to pursue even through my rue.
Will revelation lead to a break?
Reaching the point of hope forever lost,
My blank mind is suffering from this cost.