Silence Of A Writer

I scream at the top of my lungs so loud,
Hussshh!!! You tell me, lest they garner crowd,
But I ain't your doll, my buttons come loose,
To abide by your axioms, I simply refuse.

I bleed through my fingers, yet
It's all over you, my blood so red,
Jagged words on the blank canvass scream,
Darling, I was the angel in your bad dreams. 

On the pot, every morning you,
Scroll over my retch, yet you won't
Hit that unless you see
A pretty hologram floating over me.

And there goes inspiration,
A thousand ideas down the drain,
But if my rainbow colored pen runs 
Over the canvas yet again,
Darling will you pay heed 
Or will your eyes refrain?