My muse is buried in the thoughts of tomorrow.
The magic that once circulated through me,
Is not walking with its power
Leaving behind void and hollow.

A Storm comes and screams with its might,
Destroying my ears and breaking my mind.
She’s dancing smoothly while I’m rotting apart
With a significant sound that will make me ignite.

The fire consumes every inch of my skin;
My muse still does not appear.
Am I going to lose and crumble like a worm here?
I need to reach her out one last time; I need her now.