Muses are not always
Greek goddesses
Stories often lack
mythical
significance
The chaotic noises
in a troubled mind
And the hole in the
chest
Carved where once
blood pumped
feelings
Are a broken soul's
tavern
Tired is the only
Universal feeling
Of making up, making
out
Breaking in
,breaking out
Breakdown
Fallen in love
Icarus or Lucifer
Just a woman
In an eternal fall
Shards of careless
words
Peel the remains of
love
From a carcass
called body
And then the master
stroke
Silence - to drive
the knife home
And twist it to the
last.
