Requiem For The Muse



You would have thought strings

were attached to that body of yours

The way they tried to control you


They trickle out words of affection

conversations of companionship

but what they want is intimacy


They want to dredge their talons in you

deceive you because of your kind words


They can’t handle discrepancy


Would rather cut you

threaten your innocence due to their

miscalculations of you


You are so sweet darling


Those big brown eyes

couldn’t conceive the carnage in his

and we mourn for you


We hold you on a pedal-stool

because you are our muse

we clasp your name on our tongue as if it’s

our own form of an alchemic plan


It’s poison to them

our poise is a hazard

It is unobtainable





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