Thread: Toiling Away in Obscurity

Blood leaking out of the veins in my hands
Drops of sweat hitting the desk like bullets
The basement lamp on well into morning hours
Would have never guessed it would be like this.

Stacks of pages fill every open space
Frustration manifests in crumpled balls
As the stench of failure grows day by day
And that little voice continues to call.

Toiling away in obscurity
Exercising in futility
Hoping success will let me have a drink
Before my pen leaks its last drop of ink.


After several years of brain cells dying
My mind's arrested by contemplation:
Are the possibilities worth the effort
When emptiness is draining motivation.

Toiling away in obscurity
Exercising in futility
Hoping success will let me have a drink
Before my pen leaks its last drop of ink.

The years have been long but the ink's not gone
And there are still several pages left
I may toil forever but the endeavor
Is worth every second, every breath.

Toiling away in obscurity
Exercising in futility
No longer longing to have my thirst quenched
Loving the process and each consequence.

Dude this is pretty damn good, the last verse or bridge isn't as brilliant, although mostly for the 'ink's not gone' line. First two verses + chorus are the best, the other verses seem more forced. Did you right them after you'd written the others?

T.W., sorry for taking so long to get back to you. Thank you for replying. If I am not mistaken, the last part after the first two verses and chorus were written later on. Do you have any suggestions for fixing the "ink's not gone" part and anything else? I'd love to hear what you think. Thanks again!