Muse

I’ve lost her,
My muse is gone.
Words no longer beautiful,
Haven’t written in so long.

I knew that would be it,
The day she walked out on me.
Once my muse has left,
I’m no longer free.

She was my rock,
My very soul.
And he stole her,
Depression you're so cold.

I hope their happy,
One of us needs to; right?
And with the last piece of my gone,
I’m finally dead tonight.