Pandemonium of Thought

(By The Marked One, 102/020)
Another blank page.
Barren,
like a desert,
stripped of life.

Absolute chaos
fills my lungs.
Desperate,
unending and black.

Rewinding,
toying with thought.
Starting over,
finding nothingness and death.

Alas,
I give in.
Consumed, numb
yielding to God.