The Block

I'm in a cage, I'm a slave to this page, In my rage I dig inside to find a rhyme to squeeze in between the naked wide-ruled lines. And while that spectrum drowns my eyes I sink skin deep like ink beneath the sheet To play hide and seek With the line I plan to bring to the peak But all I see is a reflection of me Scared in words, And while i observe this marvelous feet The spectrum lifts the veil and i see... Lead or ink, Which one should i keep in-case I make a mistake, Should i scrape and rape the paper, Or hollow it out with my eraser? Sounds like I took a shot of Writer's Block with no chaser.