THE MUSE My friend, where have you gone Only tears to dwell upon And they keep saying Your life will show My heart, your mind is wrong Only stars to carry on And they keep saying your Nights will glow The touch, thw wolf within Only doubts to calm the storm And they keep saying The crack will go There she goes A metaphor in disguise Her thoughts are never sleeping Fill me with your life And leave me in your keeping The inspiration game She plays without retrieving And in the finest hour She takes without deceiving My flesh, your hunting prey Only words to seal, the wounds And they keep saying The blood will flow The kiss, the demon mask Only fragments inside my brain And they keep saying To let you go