This empty knot inside my chest
Is draining and mockingly cavalier
This thing is holding on so tight, so dear
How do I cast out this monster of dullness
The progenitor of madness
The paladin of insignificance
How do I rob it of its trivial promenade
To stop it would be a blessing
To kill it, a miracle
To wretch it out from writhing my chest
Seems to cost a life time
Of diligent work and labor
This retched fiend
Which blissfully sucks creativity
Right out from my precious marrow
I could, I should impale it
And feed it to the poisons of the world
Just anything to end this
This parasitic conquest of my waning body
But coincidentally if it died by my hand
The product of such an act is commutative
So what to do?
