Lost the touch

Once I knew what to write, how to feel the words, how to make them dance in a sheet of paper, but it is all gone. What happened? When did it fade away? My muse, my inspiration, my gift... When i opened my eyes and started seeing the world for what it is. A cruel box of sickness, lies, tragedies, complains, misfortunes and all those things that once where written behind metaphors, sweet rhymes, irony and wishes. I've lost the touch to bend the reality to the will of my words... I've lost it all. The thing I keep is the memory of those words that sounded so right, hiding the darkest of truths. One day perhaps... one day it will come back... Restore these retched words to their former glory and continue to camouflage our awful mission of existence.