What can be left of my muse? All hailed in doom
Sullen mood while watching my love treat me crude
I bid adieu, bandage covers the thorn in my heart bruised
Where is my muse? Staring at the worlds stage formed
clay animated, play, serenated in tune
I under the moon may one day be rehearsed my written verse
frail acts from an accomplished loon
Oh so deserted me astray, kids no longer play
Why do I still crave? I see no change ..... I see no fame,
pain, sedated, im heavenly faded
How many can relate?
The fate of being desolate, cigarette breath, slowly taking steps
Blessed in this place of mess
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