a curse that keeps on annoying

I am in hell. Hell on Earth. The hellfires constantly burn every new brain cell away and keep me in a perpetual state of writing block. It's like starving me and keeping a lump of cooked meat hanging on a string over my head while also keeping me tied up to, what, a post? Yeah, a post. A metal post that keeps chaffing my skin with its sharp and flaky and rusty surface. I will probably die of proverbial tetanus if the profound irritation over my current predicament doesn't get me first.