The passions fire burn within me
and yet, where, how can they be expressed
words have lost me
How I hate my muse when she is mute
silent in her ambiguous desire
she rages like a storm
she tears through my mind
my soul
a wild tempest
She screams and she claws
and tries to escape
and yet there is only this blank
the desire to create
but nothing in which to shape
She will not reveal
more than her lust
unrestrained
and let loose in full force
What am I do to
unable to satisfied the desire
to quell the voice
I am helpless to her wiles
and tormented
by her scraping away
bit by bit
Yet she will not speak
her lips sealed tight
as if dipped in wax
I am overflowing
left in the tidal wave
with no direction to take
she has stolen the compos away
she only wants me to travel
with no destination in mind.
She only craves attention
even when she has lost her voice
she tantrums like a child
But I have created this
overfed her
overbled her
that now and than
she demands of me
her utter and complete
sacrifice
A faith of the blind
to be led through her hoops
I hear the laughter
echo down my halls
I try to answer,
but nothing seems to contain her
please oh please let this end
I must regain the power
Cut off her flow
hide away the key
she has been too free
a misbehaving child.
