The sarcasm remains
but look in my eyes
the humor has died there
behind all my lies
it's swallowed me whole
and left me a shell
of who I once was
when I was still well
well in life, well in health
well with you by my side
until I gave up on us
and began to hide
But the writing is dead
and the passion is gone
so I begin to wonder
if I had it all along
will the block ever subside?
Will the words ever return?
Or will I be forced to sit here
with nothing else to do but mourn
over that life and that passion
I once held so dear
only now it has vanished
and replaced itself with fear