Love in the air,
I hold my breath.
The room lay bare,
Mind of mine full like death.

Sitting on the shelf,
A quill and ink while I pray.
Write not to please self,
The bills to be paid.

My year to make a dime,
Wallet a void a vacuum.
One more line to make a rhyme,
But my head a black gloom.

What seekest thee from me?
Thou bloodthirsty fans.
Dip the quill in my blood,
But you still sink in the fangs.

My hand numb,
Heart in a rage spin.
Another beautiful dumb,
Damnit, again to the garbage bin.