The thing that pushes you on
can send you crazy,
mentally rushing through your head
like an earworm song. On and on.
Spinning you on a downward spiral,
like a vinyl record at the wrong speed.
The thing you awaken within,
sometimes needs to feed.
The thing that you push to create
can make your head feel
like it's under a heavy weight,
and the pressure is making it break.
You put every hour, every second
into the creation.
Pulling hairs and grinding teeth.
Tears wept for art, tear your heart apart.
Spilling blood
to pour
over the paper pages
beneath.
You push and push.
It all starts to crush.
Never stop
to feel the rush
or to feed yourself
some well-earned love.
Not so much both ends of the candle
as the whole world ablaze.
You work relentlessly for days.
Just to create. Pouring
every drop of sweat,
every emotion you hold,
boiled down and reduced
to a single piece of art.
Then you are left
with an empty hole in your heart
and a void in your brain
where the former work
was all contained.
Thanks for reading
Endless Nightmares out now
300 pages of horror themed poetic storytelling
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