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My Muse and I
My muse possesses me, taking my form, making me sway in such a way that none can resist.
She seems to feed off lust and aggression and negativity; her smile inspires men to abandon all sense and follow, ignoring their instinct to run in the other direction.
You have primal urges for a reason, but how torn must you be? This Amazonian before you tempts one side of your primitive brain, while the other side recognises a predator when it sees one.
They always abandon all reason, all sense, dragged along like rabbits, crushed and trapped between the wheels yet still hypnotised by the flare of light that preceded their end.
Warning is always given in abundance, and warning is always tossed to the side, naïve minds assuming they can be the one to tame the beast and chain it without worry, forgetting that this is a wild animal, and savage beasts cannot be chained, cannot be caged, cannot be tamed.
She leeches their lust and turns it into words that forces it back into their system full-force, like giving a smoker purest cannabis, or putting a morphine addict onto a heroin drip. With her words they throw themselves back into the path of pain and only beg for more, knowing no other pleasure.
We are a deadly combination, my Muse and I.
She seems to feed off lust and aggression and negativity; her smile inspires men to abandon all sense and follow, ignoring their instinct to run in the other direction.
You have primal urges for a reason, but how torn must you be? This Amazonian before you tempts one side of your primitive brain, while the other side recognises a predator when it sees one.
They always abandon all reason, all sense, dragged along like rabbits, crushed and trapped between the wheels yet still hypnotised by the flare of light that preceded their end.
Warning is always given in abundance, and warning is always tossed to the side, naïve minds assuming they can be the one to tame the beast and chain it without worry, forgetting that this is a wild animal, and savage beasts cannot be chained, cannot be caged, cannot be tamed.
She leeches their lust and turns it into words that forces it back into their system full-force, like giving a smoker purest cannabis, or putting a morphine addict onto a heroin drip. With her words they throw themselves back into the path of pain and only beg for more, knowing no other pleasure.
We are a deadly combination, my Muse and I.
Published 14th Nov 2010
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