The Muse

the page was white but is no longer

- you found her or did she find you?

forgive her for upsetting your world

behold the beauty your pain has grown

you're drowning in her pool of thorns

catching your breath on the moon-driven tides

and clinging to your words and colors

like bits of her flesh you want to make whole

and she cries with you but of joy

as she sees the blood you've masterpieced

in trying to understand

why her labyrinthine ways ever reached you

I was naught before you came. Now my life's a work of art.

Let me always take the blame but let nothing tear us apart.

the page was white but is no longer

- you found her or did she find you?

forgive her for upsetting your world

behold the beauty your pain has grown

she cuts the wings you never thought you had

as you sculpt her out of eternity

into a mortal figure of love and punishment

and your false hope stretches but never breaks

Come to me, my muse. Torture me with my lamentations.

Cruel one, you shan't refuse. My genius lies on your passions.

You're my soul, my miracle! My desperately beautiful!

Angel divine of purest gold! My wonderfully painful!

until the fall, she holds your name

until the fall... before the fame