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When I envisioned life
I didn’t dream of this
When I shed my tears
At least I could feel
When my muse was here
I knew they were real.
My mind’s labyrinth has shut me in
Fleeing from what lies ahead
Yet finding nothing but dead ends.
His words helped me to escape
This vivid empty hell called life
They let me dream, let me breathe
As I was bled of my disease
That is, until my muse lost faith in me.
Oh! My sweet dark muse
Whose kisses were freedom
Has forgotten his disciple
And abandoned me within this dark void
Even now, the familiar poison tears streaming down my face
Grant him no cause to listen
My tears pay tribute but they are no longer enough.
He wants blood.
I didn’t dream of this
When I shed my tears
At least I could feel
When my muse was here
I knew they were real.
My mind’s labyrinth has shut me in
Fleeing from what lies ahead
Yet finding nothing but dead ends.
His words helped me to escape
This vivid empty hell called life
They let me dream, let me breathe
As I was bled of my disease
That is, until my muse lost faith in me.
Oh! My sweet dark muse
Whose kisses were freedom
Has forgotten his disciple
And abandoned me within this dark void
Even now, the familiar poison tears streaming down my face
Grant him no cause to listen
My tears pay tribute but they are no longer enough.
He wants blood.
Since it seems I have gotten a positive response to Dark Muse, I decided to write a follow-up sort of poem. I have not written in a LONG time... and that is what this poem is sort of talking about... How I have lost my muse... The ending is really unexpected and short... I intended it to be that way, although it is not my typical style.
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You can most definetely feel the raw power in this image..