~~Creative Ice~~

Sometimes, my blood boils

Sometimes, the rain falls down

Sometimes, my icy tears

Drip down and form stones

Sometimes, I drop down

From a creative high

I toodle off to bed

Living in my head

Sometimes, I can't breathe

Without the words right there

Sometimes, I can't breathe

When no one really cares

Sometimes, I just want

To turn off all the sound

Black out all the light

And let the rain drip

Drip down on me

I want the rain

I want the rain, I want the rain

To wash away my world

Sometimes, everything is fine

Sometimes, nothing is alright

Sometimes, I'm burned alive

But other times, it's creative ice

Right now, though

The world burns me away

Right now, though

Nothing is wrong

Right now, though

I'm tapping away at the keyboard

Listening

Listening to my inner song....