Stumped

I love to make you sweat
Make you tremble, make you shake
I create chaos
Cement seeping into your brain
The Idea Dam
Writer’s Block

You have to get it done
3 hours, 2 hours, 1 hour
The clock is moving faster,
Moving closer to the doomsday
I’m your Dr. Horrible
The pressure’s inevitable

Stopped making sense
Just getting words
On paper
On screen
What? Who?
No plot, no purpose
Practically gibberish

No longer creative
A machine, they call me
Iron and steel
Automatonic
On switch, out comes writing
No substance, no character
Proverbial “Fluff”
Off switch nonexistent