The muse mocks meI
m gunna see if your listening
Take this rusty blade and carve your name
Etch it deep within
Let the warmth of my life
Congeal in the dust
Blissfully weep at my feet
Then Ill crawl inside
Somewhere to die
Nowhere to live
Let me suffer alone
Spin my web
Elongated fingers drench death
Dipped in filth
And I see your face
Grimaced in disguised disgrace
Lacking of emotion
Im sorry I made you
Im sorry I hate you
How do I spell your name
5 comments:
Grim. Unrelentingly dark, with a strong ending.
whew lots of intense emotion in this...to me this spoke of an offspring...the i made you at the end turned me there ...the carving of the name too...intense...
Hey Aidz--nice to see you here! And you brought your muse--now how do you spell her name? Dark write! Loved it!
Audrey
@AudreyHowitt
some names go deep - how else am i supposed to remeber em all...
hahaha
nice and dark dude
ha..the muse and the words..and what a fight it can be at times.... intense and powerful emotion in here..thought i come all the long way to oz and say hello...smiles
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