Your Muse

What drew you to me, i wonder?  
Was it because i was jaded,abused as a child,  
We all know that,s your best mouthful,  
as you love to prey on the weak.  
The lessons of pain you taught me so well.  
You drew me into your deep wishing well.  
   
      I was only your muse.  
   
Our children,s tears of a promise of tomorrow that never comes.  
Their hearts left empty of a promise of a father that never comes  
Only to visit when your feeling down,  
to lift your soul from beneath ground,where you dwell  
   
      I was only your muse.  
   
How you held my whole world in the palm of your hand.  
How you raped my heart,left it for dead, cold, naked  
on the ground. Beyond repair, am now left.  
But what did i expect from you? A family?
   
       I was only your muse.  
   
As your abuse turned to a cancer that i,ave named after you.  
As you grace me with your cold shoulder, i turn back to the dark.
I was a muse for pure evil but, how was i to know.  
Just living in the moment of a dream long ago.  
   
       I used to be your muse.