The synapses pulse
 Distorting ideas of [bad word] imitation
 Creations repulse
 Enforcing the feeling that's always impeding
 Intrepid, yet undecided
 Incoherent scrawls across this page
 We break away
 exploring surroundings, so sick of expounding
 With no delay
 We refine this process, this rhythmic abscess fails
 This infection's a perfection
 Pull away from this rejection
 Birth inside resolving the weakness
 Silence the inner demon
 Draining the thoughts away
 Crawling along the line
 Fearing the worst again
 Feigning the hope to try
 Persistent word
 Eclipses failure
 Repeating time
 Can cause the change
 But in the end, the emptiness remains
 My words start disappearing from the page
 No matter how much I try to remember
 It [bad word] back, 
 I'm forced to surrender
 The mystery, this absence of memory
 There must be something out there that can aid me
 Why have I built these walls?
 This nightmare has [bad word] my downfall