Writer's block

The unpickable lock

To be conscious in an unconscious state

Unable to process, I can't even concentrate

Let me in, my dear friend.

So that I won't have to be alone

You left me in the daylight, made me a frozen stone;

cold and empty in every last bone

I know that I neglacted you, rotting your core with vices

But I'm here now, sober mind filled with voided voices

Please come home, crawl your life back to me

I've kept your spot safe and warm

I'll wait for you, through every breaking storm

Until your arrival I'll remain droned

You are the only you,

and I cannot live to be me without you guiding me through

Show me the way dear friend

and once I find you I will never let you wander alone again