I have written in the sky with a pen made from stars
And Ive misplaced my faith in humanity on the dark side of mars
Ive rewritten my lifes story so many times Ive emptied my mind
So now I have these blank pages filled with nothing but honesty
Im standing in the middle of perpetual darkness screaming find me
The words Ive written pale in comparison to whats about to come
The love stories Ive been a part of mean less to those still to be done
Ive stole the core of the sun and placed it in my chest
So now this flame to be the best wont allow you to rest
I need you to come… with me to a place where insanity oozes beauty
And creativity spins at such a high speed it has its own gravity
And we can do nothing but get sucked in, and start writing
And we will write stories that will pull at the very strings of reality
And then go back and redo it all till we have something that is empty
Yet full of everything, and we, we… we will not be content
We will not be happy, we will not be satisfied, we will be miserable
But in that exact same misery, we will be comfortable
Because nothing excites us more than an empty page
Nothing is sexier than an unused pen
And nothing excites me more than a stories beginning stage
Im a writer obsessed with the Who, What, Where and when
Whose life can I create, What tragic adventure can I initiate
Where will my fingertips glow with the light of inspiration
And when again can I bask in the explosion of my imagination
Yes I am running from the light with all my might
And in every step I put my will to fight, cause I need to get this right
I need to get a hold of what I am, so I can pick it apart
And put the sentences in a row in the shape of a heart
Then replace each letter till I have something completely different
Then wipe it all away, do it all again and see if I get the same result
Im obsessed with making my number one critic impressed
I am a poet without a cause but a writer with a mission
I am a passionate lover without the concept of emotion
