Vicious Muse

I'm trying to write about other things,

Other people,

Other feelings,

But all that I escape from at the wake of day

Sneaks up at me at the dead of night.

And you ...

You crawl into my head,

Forcing all doors of inspiration shut behind you.

And like a ghost,

A vicious muse,

You haunt my pen,

Weave my words around you like barbed wires around my heart;

They cut it open and let it bleed,

Hold it captive in a labyrinth of lost memories,

Futile hopes and impossible dreams,

Pin it down under the water,

Till it's lost for breath,

Forever drenched in the pain of illusion,

Forever tortured by the only hands

That could offer

Its salvation.