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I am blocked,

The pain has stolen my voice,

It tears my brain apart

And all my lines and rhymes flow

Out my eyes

Shining like tears in the sun.

I scream,

I plead,

I let myself bleed,

But no amount of this can stop

The over-flowing wound

You slashed in my tender heart.

The only cure is your voice in my ear

Your words,

Your love,

Nothing else will be enough.

But no call comes,

No words,

No love,

No arms to shelter me from

All the pain you put me through,

No gentle hands to wipe the tears away.

So I stitch up my own wounds,

I make my own shelter

Of tequila and razors,

Of pills with a gin and vodka chaser.

 

The phone starts ringing, distantly

But my eyes have grown too heavy,

I am too weary.

Just as I close my eyes one last time,

On my answering machine I hear you say

"Baby, it's me".