Appetite

The urge is there, but not enough
I should have things to say
And a will to create

To fill the empty marks with ink 
Should keep me satisfied
If only for a while

There’s something enchanting about 
Certain types of sounds
It keeps me bound

What a wicked thing to feel 
All these ideas and visions
The cause of a collision

Better eat it up, no question 
Keep secrets in my cheeks
Until my hunger peaks