Useless Inspiration

The covers keep me warm and drugged,
Caress my museless mind…
Some rhymes approaching from abroad…
But still…No pen to write…

Those rhymes are fighting with their own
Just to drain down my light
Oh,cloud of void that`s in my soul
Please bid of me goodbye.

They started moving all around
To build some lifeless face…
The architect still warm and drugged
Surrenders to their game…

Some verses melt into a whole
Some form of art untraced
Damned be the pen that never was
That killed a poem`s face.