To my muse

to M.B.

I'm perfectly safe heroine
In a realm of noone's fantasy and fear,
Amidst fairytale abuse
I just want to have a muse

Is this madness or a new reality
Where my brain is fucked by the deus ex machina
In a rotting swamp I was sucked into
From my second chorus to his intro

Step by step I'll burn this place
I'll kill the god who wears tights and lace

...
But are your wings strong enough
To get me through the stagnant bluff?
Will loving guiding glowing light
Be able help you pull me out
Of this cruel endless madness?


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