A Call

Lost my inspiration Or that string in my heart The nerve that carries passion Is frozen or maybe paralyzed I am waiting for my feelings To pour back into me And force me to be ignited again This way I don’t want to be From colossal to colour less Affection suffocates me Loneliness seems dear Silence induces me Tempted by aggression Irritated extremely The pumping machine seems Cold and beefy I see all black and white Where once I was dreamy It’s a desperate call Before the lights fade and become blurry Come to me now Let me be like the old me.