My Muse

I don't know what will follow,
So unpredicted and so hollow.
My Muse...
She speaks on my behalf.
My Muse...
She is my bitter half.
Bewitched by the sound of rhymes,
She stuck to me,
And she is mine.
To deal with her unsatisfaction
Is hard for me.
A chain reaction
From her to me-
My heart and soul...
She took it all!
She has it all!
My Muse...
What's happiness to her?
Wounds of my heart?
Tolls of my soul?
I can't explain it ...
I don't know
Why is she mine,
and what will follow.