Driven thoughts creep outward,
From my broken head,
Every word seeking desperation,
Broken thoughts floating motionless,
A drift on a ragging storming sea.~

Tossed thoughts all broken down
Spinning off of every wall ,
Leaving me laying face down,
Drowning in the middle of the floor. ~

Sense has lost it bulls eye mark,
The word archer has broken arms,
Always left dwelling endlessly,
Laying motionless in the dark.~

Twisted inventive rhymes ,
Leaving me many wasted words,
flowing out of time trembling,
Through every line.~

Un pure dark roasted thoughts,
Making me understand nothing sought,
Dripping thoughts made today,
Many me feel like un formed clay.~

Broken thought understand,
As they jump out from my hand,
Many thoughts tossed inside,
Many thoughts burned into ashes,
Consumed by the amber candle light.~

Broken thoughts written in ink,
Scribbled on paper,
Given out to weep,
thoughts that I always pay for.~
Inkmaster