Muse

How can someone so fucked up be someones muse
I can't change their path or complete their thoughts
My own are fucked and broken I spend my time alone
In places that I don't even want to visit
I'm fucked getting fucked and doing the fucking
I can't feed them if I'm starving myself
Hunger makes me want a muse
Wanting to capture the words
But than I'm in the pits of my own madness again
Surviving on my tears and fucked up ways