And How Low

And the mind goes blank
Looking down at the page
What was said should be forgotten
You will just spill it all out anyway
Mostly when your low
Nothing to spend
Nowhere to go
All alone
Like a blank page
Begging for attention
A scribble
Or instruction
Fill me with lead
Poison me with ink
Let me be your psychiatrist
The constant getting down
Will make you sick
On some hulk shit
Green at the gills from rotting
Wish somebody would write
"Writers Block"
And call it a day