THE MUSE
My friend, where have you gone
Only tears to dwell upon
And they keep saying
your life will show
My heart, your mind is wrong
Only stars to carry on
And they keep saying your
nights will glow
The touch, thw wolf within
only doubts to calm the storm
And they keep saying
the crack will go
There she goes
a metaphor in disguise
Her thoughts are never sleeping
fill me with your life
and leave me in your keeping
the inspiration game
She plays without retrieving
and in the finest hour
she takes without deceiving
My flesh, your hunting prey
Only words to seal, the wounds
And they keep saying
the blood will flow
The kiss, the demon mask
Only fragments inside my brain
And they keep saying
to let you go
