Dear Amy

Dear Amy,

I just called your husband.....
you know what I'm like
it's all going cool
then I do something stupid
I start being Fool
So I wanted to call him
to ask him, to say
How did you cope with me
When it was his day?

Of course he was a Muse
and a poet too
Soulreaver they called him
Which helped make it cool
Cos he understood irony
drama and such
But I have recently been wondering
was it all too much!?

So I called him to say
Stupidity beckoned
and i followed this day
And it's all going well
Seems all sorted and fine
But I really was wondering
pondering, how did he cope
being a Muse of mine?

Heartbreaker

Time to play games
manipulate, subliminate
User, abuser
sell my soul
Dinner for two?

Heartbreaker, Mindshaker
Manipulater
Deliver me
Save me from myself

Haunting me, Taunting
Can't get you out of my head
Wish it was dead

You don't inspire.
No tower to climb
Still you covet the darkness
I want to deliver!

Reach for me, but only on my demand
Is anything freely given
My puppet on a string
Or a man free to bring

Hauntingly, terribly afraid
what I've created
what I've made
Is not sane, but given under pain
Duress, Mask in place
Heart held close

Weep inside
No longer able to hide
The monster become
Heartbreaker
Heart shattered
Simply, simply NUMB

You and Me

It's always you and me
although you changes frequently
Is it how it's meant to be?
Consequently?

Another muse, another day
But not the inspiration anyway
I'd like to say.....
Not today

The past keeps recurring monumentally
Swallow sweets, that keep things happily
I'd like to call, but don't know what to say
I might just do it anyway!

Do you know this emptiness inside of me
Did I let something go, set it free?
Should I have held on tighter
Or was this guest just meant to see!?

I don't know how to live inside 4 walls
But it's been too long since I've wanted to fall
To fall means soaring high above the clouds
But also means a sheer drop
Bring on the clowns!!!