Poe in the bathroom (9 to 5)

[heroicdead]

I haven't wrote a thing in ages,
I have a fear of empty pages,
It seems to come in fiery stages,
Sometimes it's a lie.

I have the time to overdue it,
But not the passion to pursue it,
(A rag that's soaked in cleaning fluid),
Just to get you by.

Awake all night and feeling restless,
Doing drugs and acting reckless,
Around your neck a pearl necklace,
Shines right in my eye.

And as you gaze with eyes so daring,
(Like the Pelican to the Herring),
That's when I muster to start caring,
What will make you cry.

You left me in the corner lying,
Amongst the dead (and almost dying),
Held back a tear and heard you crying,
"Someday I will die."

xo Charles