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Vile Muse
Dark and sadistic
You come in my pain
my suffering gives You words.
Even though Your words i write
Your muse is my pain.
The deeper i fall
The louder You speak
The more i cry
The sweeter Your words.
What if i bleed
Oh Vile Muse, what then?
Would You sing?
i crave Your words
i fear the pain.
Your embrace destroys me
But comforts me all the same.
Not entirely sure yet, but this poem may be the key to my understanding of a similar situation of which I have hoped to put in a poem. But I am still doing my prep and it's getting me bogged down.
Starward