Zephyr of the Muse

Always so polished, but emotions need to be raw; Covered and stained with blood drained all over the paper; Everything becomes transparent forming the pauses and lines; Governed by larger than life hoping for one graceful phrase; ‘I am interested in poetry.’ you say just as I turn away; Knife wielded but simple bounces laughing as I fall inspired; Maddening so please just go; Never mind the sparks you left on the crevices of my skin; Pretend the illusions I lean on are real, quiet me in the loudest moments; Remedy me instead of this torment! So I try, I say goodbye to you today but you’re back again tomorrow; Under my skin feeding my soul vessel you have apparently hijacked; When will it end? X should be drawn or a check mark, you just keep on writing all over me; Zephyr of the Muse you’re out of control.