The curse of writer
When the night falls
I change!
I'm unstoppable
my body screams for sleep
yet my mind
can't stop screaming on the paper
the urge that keeps me awake
the dreamer sealed inside of me
awakes and starts typing
nothing there to stop it
not the sleep
nor the will
nobody
I don't want to stop
not for anything in this world
maybe for somebody
but there is nobody there
nobody to cage the beast
everything I see and hear
makes it stronger
there is no turning back
anymore
It's the curse of the writer
that which keeps as writing
our beloved dreamer
that nothing can bind
our gift, our curse
we dreamers
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The curse of writer, which
was posted on Dec 12, 2010 by
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"Or also can be called the Dreamer inside. As the title says, it's about writers/..."
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