decant symphonies.

My muse, I've been waiting for you.
Why haven't you come?

I'm stuck at this pit fire,
My hands, now crippled
My heart, now shattered.

This is the only thing, I live for.
It will be the only thing, I am going to die for.

What I am,
And what I've become
Lies on this solid foundation,
That I've tried to build.

.............Using only this silence,
.............The resounding voice in my head;
.............The one who whispers,
.......................Bringing me into euphoria,
.......................A madness only you can create.

Now, as slowly as it could be,
Every letter, every word,
Slips through my fingers
Like velvet on my skin
.............Making it harder to cling on to;
.............Blinding me further,
.............Dragging me down and down,
......................And down...

It's back to nothing,
I am nothing,
I am numbed;

For my truth,
...........Are now disdained;
Never knowing, what it is.
Never finding, where it is.

My muse, I've been waiting for you.
Why haven't you come?