As I stand here dreary and weary
In a predicament that's extremely scary
In this dungeon that is my soul
I battle for control
A blast,a shot,a splatter of blood
I shiver and shudder in this Blizzard
making my way forward
And lo, behold,I discover,
a body in rigor
that is my own
Here I rest
A knife in my chest
The creativity I once possessed
Slaughtered and murdered
By an inbred
That was myself
Love your job
And drink and sob
But..treasure and prevent the vanquish of your imagination
Cause that would be definite and complete tarnation

