Writer's Block

If coffee is for closers
Then i'm the first one out
Suicide, do or die
My famly full of doubt
I don't know what's going on
The sky resembles me
Cross my heart and hope to see
The day my minds set free

The images inside my head
They will never cease
The skylight in my ceiling
Sails over open seas
I wanna rip your throat out
It's just a primal urge
When i eat fire
Demonics i will purge

I'd rather
not know
which
Direction
i'm heading in
Knowledge
is cancer
that eats at your soul
I don't know how to get there
but i know i wanna go
do you see
where i'm headed
i'm sure you already know