"Writer's Sleep"

(authour's note: a lintball i threw together awhile back about writer's block. it's been modified a tiny bit and is now ready for board posting =P enjoy.)
"Writer's Sleep"
she is in the writer's sleep
she has been drained of her cre-ate-iv-it-y
'there is nothing left for me'
she says
'there is nothing left here for me'
and she tries to push away the pen,
her and her backwards tendencies,
she can hear these things that haunt her
her very own ghosts in the corridors in the back
of her mind. she does not mind.
'i am not suicidal, i am not hurting anyone,
i am not a bomb waiting to go off--
i would appreciate it
if you'd stop calling me such'
and somewhere near her there's this chanting
something running through the air
it's just something that runs through
the blood that runs through the veins
that run through the people round here
take it in - take it in - take in all that you can
push it out - push it out - release it all again
'just because we're lovers - does not mean we are not fighters
just because we're honest - does not mean we are not liars'
but it's just a blank mind
but it's just a blank page
she is deep
in the writer's sleep
wearing a simple sign
says Do Not Disturb Me
Less You've Found A Cure
For My Insan-- Misery
Or Have Another Hypo
Full of Creativity