I met a man today
he was inside
my head
He just sat there
with an odd smile
on his pale, somewhat
twisted lips.
After a while,
I lost my
patience
and asked him
"what the fuck
are you doing
here?"
"I'm your Muse",
he replied.
I laughed him in
the face,
that bleak, ugly
face.
Then I tore him in two,
with one single, powerful
thought.
Now I can hear him
laughing
at a distance.
Laughing, mocking.
Creativity is dead
in me.
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