Melancholy Muse

I slip back into the coma, In the catacombs of my darkest thought's, I feel the demon's probe inside my mind, Picking away with sharp claw's, Searching for a memory, From as far back as yesterday, Oh, The damage it can do, When your wasted in a melancholy muse. So dark are my visions, That swim through my lifeless eye's trying to break- The surface for a breath of fresh air, Fighting so hard to survive somewhere, There's a dream, It's caught up in the slipstream, The backward turbulence of everything iv'e been through, The violent remain's of a melancholy muse. A deep, deep fear, It seem's the whole world's out to get me, No one understand's the pain i feel, I can't break the shackles, Or cut myself loose from the inverted thought's, My mind keep's trying to abort, The non-sensual madness that is feeding off my mood, Deep within the shadow's of a melancholy muse. I vaguely remember a smile, That once crossed my face, A long time ago, When i was still so beautiful, Before the torment blackened my soul, So where did that person go? I don't know who i am anymore, Each time i look in to the mirror to take a good look at myself, I don't recognize the person staring back at me, So i slip back into the coma of a melancholy muse.