Writer's Block.

writting frantically
i dont even know what to say,
as i sit here and wait
for the words to come to play.
reality is a virus,
there but unfelt.
and the fantasy i pretended
is like a chalk mark on cement.
hard to draw on,
easy to wash off.
the mind is a powerful thing
someone once said to me.
and love, well, let's forget the word.
happiness is but for a moment.
but sadness, is always there.
And to think,
i would've given my all.
to that moment of happy thoughts.
im asleep with my eyes open,
because reality just seems to pass me by.
trickster!, allowing me to think bliss is ignorance.
no, ignorance is death.
of the soul, mind and heart.
and it's decieving, like a peice of painted art.
and as i embrace the reality of it all,
it's like my heart stopped beating.
and im just waiting for my lungs to stop breathing.