Mused

Tell me why she has to have that sacred energy, draws me like a moth around a candle,
Remind me inside of why this has just caused scarring, my weighted heart too much to handle.

Yeah, and I guess you could be a muse,
(why is it always the hardest ones)
The graveyard is full though of bodies defused.
Oh, you could make me alive,
(why is it always the forbidden ones)
No more dual wielding pain, still confused.

Used to be so good at being blind, cause once I fumbled and stumbled they run,
Now I long for the open fields of feeling, the intoxication of those that can stun.

Yeah, and I guess you could be a muse,
(why is it always the hardest ones)
The graveyard is full though of bodies defused.
Oh, you could make me alive,
(why is it always the forbidden ones)
No more dual wielding pain, still confused.

If nothing moves then nothing can hurt and I can hurt nothing,
Don’t want to enchant anyone just to see them fade…
If I stand quiet enough, then you’ll never hate me for the wasted potential,
While the blast feels good as it gets, stopping the ball before the end of the masquerade…

Thomas Spychalski 

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