I wrote the original version of this a time ago but fortunecity deleted it si here is what remains of the feeling.
i cant write, it's a block, it's a wall, the impassable barrier, i hate it, and me, my fear has come true, i cannot write, but maybe i couldnt before, there is nothing, that blank, that infinite scream, i could
write about all that pain, the black, the sun, torturous repition, all that goth stuff, depression, altho the goths, would never write poetry, in fact
expression like that would get you killed, speaking out was a crime against huMANity, and was death bent, so to speak out is to die, bush must be a goth