Why am I unable to pen a cue? my notes run out of breath, I out of words pages dead and poems lost all those midnight scribbles; curl up and suicide? empty soul and unwritten lines Thoughts plugged my mind it can't respirate and is choked to death there is no moon or tune in my sky may be the stars died in me and that's how I became darkness, dawdling in this blackhole, unlocking a hundred voids All I could see is me after myself All I could hear is the melancholy in my verses All I remember is things I shouldn't All I could write is this much..