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Author: Julian Toepfer
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/Tragedy - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-12-08 - Updated: 05-12-08 - Complete - id:2516771

The Muse

The perfect kind of pain.
The kind that hurts the most.
Forgot how it feels.
Well, almost…
I am to blame.
Always the same.
Reliving your dream…
(wake up)
Wake up!
(wake up)
Wake up!
(wake up)
Wake up the muse.

It took you to make me realize.
It took you to make me recognize.
It took you to make me realize.
It took you to make me see the light.

Smash up my sanity.
Smash up integrity.
Smash up what’s left of me.
Smash up my everything.
Smash up the way it was.
Smash up my heart,
just because.

I don’t know if you know
where the past has escaped.
Covered in scars,
bruised, battered and raped.
The things that I feel,
unread and unseen
still can not fix
this broken machine.
Watching the hole,
knife wedged in the spine.
Just watching me trip
in my own systematic decline
of the trust
that you betrayed.
Give it to me,
then throw it away.
After everything you’ve done
I hate myself for what you've ruined.

It took you to make me realize.
It took you to make me recognize.
It took you to make me realize.
It took you to make me see the light.

I tried.
I messed up.
I tried.
I fucked up.
I tried.
I tried,
And I gave up.



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