A burning inferno
of rage is building
up inside of me
Slowly taking over
my soul, my mind,
red is all I see
My heart is broken,
love-shattered glass,
crushed into dust
And all I can do
is wonder "what did I do?"
and stare, cold and numb.
Everything in me cries out
that it's all just a dream,
there's no need to scream
I'll awaken soon
to the light of the moon
and all will be fine.
But I know that's not true.
Lord knows,
I need you.
1 comment:
very good question. a big part of my writing is expressing myself in order to find out what exactly is my muse/inspiration.
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