The Beaten Ream

Roald Dahl qoute

Enter Solitude

Stare into its face

Scream into its abyss

 

Grab your pen

Tear through the paper

Force ink into existence

 

Rake out your heart

There lies nothingness

Dying to bleed out and be

 

Your mind churns

Scraping against your skull

Cough and sweat those words

 

Piss into the glass

Whisky is your remedy

You hollow tired hack of a writer

 

Better is the world you view

You can’t see it from the inside

Solitude provides the high ground

 

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