I get so nostalgic
Passing by an old run-down theatre
That I've never been to 
Is it wierd to play in the clutter?

I'm pouring out all my blood
Hoping that you will drink and live
On to the next chapter
'Til it's the only thing to give

I want this more than air
And I'll do anything to write
What I need to get through
The Day, it's ending with a fight

I feel like a song book
But I always feel like singing
A scream takes back what took
That cursed and dying feeling

If you can relate to this or just want to get something off
your chest, fell free to comment. I am great listener and I
may respond to one of your poems if I feel moved by your
answer.