Poor and bland in between searching, longing but as for what?
Unique thoughts, unknown potential, things I fear to use
Fear of being a fool to believe I could be anything more but a dark muse.
Pure hearts I've crippled to make up for my own pain
Not knowing what I was washing until the stain faded away.
Won't you stay? Please don't go. Why are you blowing, Blowing away.
Like the leaves in the breeze i freeze then realize
The space where I've hidden behind my eyes is my greatest enemy
Lashing out with every impulsive vile tendency.
Awake! Eyes open. My soul can see my heart can breath
I am not in such misery for the most beautiful thing I see is me.
You're not around. You never were. I fooled myself with imaginary clues. This is the new chapter of me. For I am a dark muse, this I know.
It is now though, that I am not sick with your cold hearted blues.