Crap Poem.

 I won't named you. But here, I have to mention it. 

Thank you Google =D

My inspiration is running dry,
Music on repeat,
Brain on shuffle,
Nothing. Empty. Zero
My eyes are dimming, 
I don’t want to sleep right now
I’m busy.
Or I’m trying to be busy or 
Pretending I’m busy
Why am I tired?
All I want is to
Write-
Sleep-
Write-
Or- which one? 
Well I’m not so sure,
My brain is twisted.
My inspiration has gone,
The friend has mess me up,
And the mood is turning down,
So,
This poem is ended.

keys off ~
as.da.name.given :)