What happened ?!  Is it the 'block' again ?  
                    Where's the darkness that fuels my emotion ?
Bent logic is running in semi-circular overtime
                    trying to get to the heart of this commotion

A shortage of Darkness ?  Never thought that could be
What if it disappears forever ?  Where will that leave me ?

Will I constantly smile on like an idiot ?  Will all my scars still make sense ?
Will my old works still hold their meaning ?  Or just in some past tense ?

I should be careful what doors I open
                     It's way too easy to be blinded by the light
and there's no place to run to
                     so there's no place to hide in the Big Bright

Maybe this is the end of of all the despair ?  And a shared time of bliss will start
I've heard love fears absolutely nothing and walks freely into any tainted heart

It must've happened to me in a black-out, I don't remember any slow shift
I just know my darkside now stares at me over a wide open radiant rift

It flips me off and gives me the evil-eye, 
                      all day long and way past midnight
and that non-stop restless inner voice
                      despite the change still compells me to write . . . 

                                         "  I try and guide my Spirit, thru sleep
                                            into dreams, running deep
                                            over an astral ocean, full of pure emotion
                                            so into it I leap . . .  too sweet,  too cool
                                            taking me back to old school
                                            reminders of bliss, in a first kiss
                                            savor that feeling forever, be without it never
                                            come back to my heaven and stay forever  "

What ??!  Where the hell did that come from ?!
                        I know it wasn't spawned in my dark kingdom
Aahhh man, hold on, there's  more trying to come up
                        I can only imagine where this shit's comin' from . . .

                                         "  Sweetest swirls of Love
                                            almost an Arthurian affair
                                            sleep is our gateway
                                            and we journey on from there
                                            my hand in hers
                                            black leather on a white silk glove
                                            whispers thru glowing grins
                                            face to face in wild love
                                            soft laughs and sweet sighs
                                            passion under silver blue rain
                                            crimson lips - writhing hips
                                            the warmth in just her name
                                            silence filled with a fingertip caress
                                            tracing the lines of a burning bliss
                                            sugar kisses - coming wishes
                                            bring us to the ecstasy of all this . . . "

WTF ?!!!!  See what I mean man ?!!!!
                        the Darkness has left me face down in the dirt
now all I can write is that hideous shit
                        I might as well just start wearin' a short skirt

I'll have to become a member of lightpoetry.com puke sunshine all over their floor
love and roses and chocolate and bliss until they push my lame-ass out the door

No more sweet writes about guns and spree shooters, or crazy couples on meth
no more suicidal psychopaths on the run or nightmare lullabyes about death
                       
It's all my fault for assuming I'd always be miserable
                         always counted on poison flowing from my pen
but if all this disgusting love shit tickles Her pink  ;)
                          well . . .  I suppose . . .  I can try it again . . .