She is the hateful Muse,
that fights to stray me close.
She wants my eyes upon her -
Just her and her alone.
I'll never let her go;
I'll force my head to numb.
To clear her of my eyes;
to cleanse her of my love.
She'll likely keep on calling
and I will hate my words;
Collecting every reason,
regarding the absurd.
Joyless and suspended,
I pray for time to pass.
Erase the sight of her from me,
as thorough as I can.
At last she may before late,
come to me with mind made up.
But only if the fates are kind,
and only if she's true enough.