The pointless blog post of pointlessness

So...for those of you who may of may not know that I do poetry. I do poetry. How do i do poetry? I don't know. Basically what i do, is not think. I just sit and write whatever the heck comes into my head, and then label it as poetry. This my friends, is modern "art".

I watch the lights go out to darkness in my room
The clock lets life tick on while lying in this tomb
Left here in times embrace it's ending here so soon
My sanity walks at the edge of the typhoon

Well i remember, at that place we used to go
You told me how we'd be together, how we'd always know
Every single small thing, about our lives, about each other
Yet now you leave me here, a broken man, Just one more lover

Why can't we see the same way?
Can't the lightning strike, and break these skies of grey?
Why can't we find words to say?
To break the silence.
To break the violence.
To stop this endless tortured day.

...The buck did i just write?