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The Eulogy: 'Death of my Muse'
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Volume Three
The Eulogy: 'Death of my Muse'
Part One; The Sad man's Prayer.
I am back to just writing out my twisted thoughts.
There is no treasure that I cannot find.
Within this head lies and endless mind
and my only limitation are my own locks.
My body, my soul as it's my own personal conversation.
Walking straight into that storm, and I knew that path was dark.
I knew I was willingly strapping myself to the devil's rack.
On my back, I knew it was my heart that would be torn.
Next was my soul it too would go then my humanity simply fell apart.
Salvation was no where in sight, but I just kept walking.
I was the hunter to a prey that was my own future.
When in reality I was actually the clueless stalker
as I tripped and fell over my own tombstone into my open grave.
Can I, in this light of day, find in some way, for a dream to somehow be saved.
So let me lay down this sad man's prayer.
"There is more to this life then what meets the naked eye,
our existence is but just a moment in the whole of time.
To a reality that is only perceived by it's most smallest of things.
From a dead leaf, to the living tree,
we are only bound by the ignorance we choose not to see.
There is something divine to be found within the aspect of humanity."
The Eulogy: 'Death of my Muse'
Part Two; Forgive me Father
I fell trapped within my solitary hour glass of time.
Years spent running the gauntlet, this illusion of an endless maze.
My regrets are few, yet watching you die will be my greatest crime.
To weak to look him in the eyes my fear has me within his gaze
words quickly escape me, fumbling for any comprehension
maybe if I were a better man, I'd know how to start the right conversation.
In unspoken words where no sound escaped.
'Forgive me father, as I struggle to accept this fate.
Forgive me for within your eye I may never be great.
In my gut I hold the guilt, that I failed you as your son.'
Now as a man I pray you never have to know what I have done,
These insane thoughts, that spiral of decay.
To never know of the monster I once became.
In shame, I ran straight towards the poison.
In shame, I sat there and played their game on a run.
I am a coward and ashamed to face your ghost,
as I am to weak to even sit by your frail host.
Most of my life I tried to avoid drama, as it worked best.
Running from problems, I sought easy distractions
the regret, that I remained silent as you now fade
will be those choices today that will haunt me to my grave.
So forgive me father, for I will never be the man you wished me to be.
I will only always be myself, for I am and always will be simply human.
