Dead Muse

Creativity kills me As my muse expires

Suspense

The wind picks up Slanting the rain

This house is haunted By the memories of us

I stood aflame In a fiery ruby-red

Uncontrollable rage Undeniable

A terrifying form Of hide and seek

With broken feet She ran

Sometimes monsters Are not obvious

I cast away my bloodied armor As it weighs upon me

Supposedly, there are Seven circles of hell