MY MUSE PT III

Finally, an inspiration to lay my hand again upon this twisted trilogy.

Part one was a legend,

Part two a story;

Part three: a confession; a plea.

It starts with some kind of silence, and some kind of rain

Some kind of darkness, and just to rhyme, of pain

Just like I've been, for some days

I am staring at your face.

Cold (aren't you always),

Defiant,

Not a semblance of sadness, nor a clue:

What is it you want from me or what I want from you.

If you had a color

It would be scarlet.

Beautiful, no doubt;

But piercing, arrogant, and deadlier than the crimson

I've known in my brush with blind passion.

And you are slowly driving me insane.

Sometimes diversions can cure things temporarily.

I stop thinking about you

And start doing something else

I think they'd make me happy, but then of course, as you'd guess and frankly, as the rhyme is set

I keep coming back, to you.

And you are slowly driving me insane.

You fool me with good days then turn unforgivingly away.

Some days I wake up and you're smiling

Cooing me out of bed, on others

I wake up to the sound of lonely, faded strings.

Sometimes you're funny,

Sometimes you're mean.

Sometimes you have dreams.

Sometimes, you want nothing but cake.

You know what I mean.

Bathe in your cake, drown in your cake,

Suffocate in piles and piles of your decadent cake

Die in it, but at least you would have had it all before you did.

You are once and for all my muse.

And you drive me insane.

And all I've ever wanted

Was for you to make up your mind.

And all of you, who have read till the end.

"Who's done this to you?"

"Who's making you sad?"

Well all of you.

Her name is Elaine.