A Song of Suffering

I cannot separate
The speech of life from death
And what they really mean
In the scheme of things.
It doesn't matter anyway...
We'll all be dead some day
It's just a matter of when.
When time stops, folds,
Falls to pieces
Without a sound and the hollow,
Oh, the hollow sound revealed
Engulfs something beautiful...
Scornful and tragic...
Taken away from grace
By the flip of a switch
That changes night from day.
Is it impossible to wonder,
To still be full of life,
When all that's here is pain?

-Lacee Kae

There is no Explanation

I'm sorry, but if I don't write something that I would like to write I'm going to have a cow. I might actually birth one.

I cannot, for the life of me, write a single paragraph for an essay that's decent right now. It's like I've got a mental block just stuck there. Maybe the essay isn't that interesting. Maybe I just don't give a rats ass. Maybe both! Probably both actually, but whatever it is I'm about to have a seizure. I've never had a mental writers block this bad before.

For the love of God, does anyone have a way out of this?

-Lacee Kae