My Muse Is Away

My muse is away.
What can I say?
Now my brain is a cavity.
Can my words still have gravity?
Or will they pass through your cavity as well?
Pass right through to my muse in hell.
Will she hear me there?
Should I say a prayer?
Or should I just quit,
and soothe the tongue that I bit?

My muse is away.
What can I say?
Not a day goes by that I don't sigh.
A day when you can catch a shimmer in my eye.

My muse still away.
My body at play.
My mind is in the gutter.
My heart becomes a cutter.
If I lose my muse who's words would be who's?
If I abuse my views, Whos's views would I choose?

My muse is away,
And I dare call myself human.
Should I bring her through my portal,
And declare myself immortal?

My muse is away and there she will stay.
Until the day I have a soul to pay.





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MatthewMarshall said...
Nov. 7, 2010 at 8:33 pm

comments are welcome!

I need to win for some thingy :)

 
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