Thursday 17 November 2011

Fare the well muse...transience fades

To long i have sat here and thought

When did this all happen and why

How did she do it
She must be Wicca

Its the only rationale for her cruelty

Only a servent of fallen angels
would hate man so

She hangs this over me like a clenched fist over a toddler

Im sure you have had enough of babysitting me

But the last tear shed

Shreds scar tissue where you once sat

I dont let people in
Its too cold for most

To cold for you

Farwell and good luck
Thanks for the inspiration

Muses' too are fickle as love and fashion....

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