Killing the Writer

Your sucking the writer out of me

Please stop, I beg, I plead

Your making me hate

The things that I write

I'm working too hard

But nothing is right

I finish and start again

Like I haven't begun at all

It's neverending rain

It's a neverending fall

I want to hate you

But I keep working instead

Praying to God

For the day it will end

I want to live

Let me love to write

Stop killing the one thing

That helps me sleep at night

You miserable person

You confused little man

Take this and anylize it

I'm making my stand

Tomarrow when you wake

I'll give you my last

Just give me the A

and kiss my ass.