A god awful poetry block

Hey Listen Where did my words go? I looked for them under the table Under my tongue Over my post it menagerie of references I found them lounging on the terrace, where I'm not allowed to go Whatever happens tomorrow? There's a creek in my backyard, in my dreams I'm afraid of me. But getting back to my words I don't have them, anymore. I cough them up like flower petals Bloody, and sore and non existent I hear the same song on the elevator loop I do those same dishes And I don't have my words to describe me something new, won't you find me Here, trying to find my words And vocabulary Possible connotations, obscure slang An almost desperate desire to fit in An amusement in improving. It vanished like a pet I forced to be tamed Like the buildings wet, after a meek shower rain There are a whole lot of children out there, some want me to come down How do I say I'm mute, only repeat the same sounds? The table's empty Bodies laying around in bed, a morbid interest In finding out what it could've been Well I'm famished After these small attempts I've no words to live by, can't find the intent