What if I have nothing to say?
What if my muse has gone away,
Taking her sweet breath that gave wind to my wings?
Her being the only reason I'll ever fly
What if I have nothing to say?
Nothing to explain?
No pleasure or plan
Only numbness growing as a shadow on my soul
What if?
These words are my tools
And I have complete control
Mastery
My game is playing with sound
My perfection is seen upon a page
What if?
Even with these tools
These nails that scratch your skin
My mallet the thunderous hammer of Thor
My ***** driving into your thoughts
My wrenching of your emotions
I could not build a thing
Only destroy
What if?
It could turn quite ugly
Luckily
We won't have to worry about that today
Because my muse stays
She loves me
Even if she can't show me plainly
She does
Its just
Its just complicated
That's all
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 3:49 AM UTC
What if I have nothing to say?
What if my muse has gone away,
Taking her sweet breath that gave wind to my wings?
Her being the only reason I'll ever fly
What if I have nothing to say?
Nothing to explain?
No pleasure or plan
Only numbness growing as a shadow on my soul
What if?
These words are my tools
And I have complete control
Mastery
My game is playing with sound
My perfection is seen upon a page
What if?
Even with these tools
These nails that scratch your skin
My mallet the thunderous hammer of Thor
My ***** driving into your thoughts
My wrenching of your emotions
I could not build a thing
Only destroy
What if?
It could turn quite ugly
Luckily
We won't have to worry about that today
Because my muse stays
She loves me
Even if she can't show me plainly
She does
Its just
Its just complicated
That's all
Addendum. I would only destroy myself. I'm actually quite skilled at the task
