~No Muse~

For a lost try
and the hand that reached for the prize
Cut to the bone and thrown...Long
Long temptuous cry
For reasons of life
seemingly less meaningful
wanton and cursed
Ussunder and neath the coles left to scream without a voice
Dream without a star in the sky
Blazing the frail solitude with a soul of rage

Light Light Light
Come cool the stark listener
Come rule me for a moment
Take me through the paradox to perverse paradise
Where pain sets out a place for me and my ever laughing mind
Just try...and see
and watch the covers thrown to the other side
The other side of my tomb
When there is no prize
I'll make my mark with the blood of my wound

Interesting!

Excellent write!

Rise from the Tomb
Light shall heal the wounds
Time shall release the heart
Soul shall see the prize
Ending,,,, Eternity,,, Everlasting
Light

it seems your muse still exist, if only in the shadows

Nice.

Thank you so much.

The muse that once was is no more; but oh how much he could find within. Though there would be no glory in such stark rantings, the pleasure cares nothing for how it came to be. And that which is now gone; she can not stop the furocious spirit within from making his mark any way that he can.